I poke fun at a waitress but the ones I enjoy are the ones who poke back.

We have one neighborhood bar we stop at. I get tired of drinking the same brand of beer all the time, so I often switch. Last Friday when we walked in, the owner/waitress saw us come through the door and said ok I know what your wife's going to have but what about you? I said, The usual. She said, would that be MGD, Bud, Lebatts, Rolling Rock, etc. and she rattled off everyone of the beers that I've ever order there! Of course, I said, Yes.

BTW, her memory is outstanding she handles over two dozen people (food/drinks) without ever writting down an order.

 

You just got to love "professional" servers that can do that sort of stuff.

I have a trip to Atlanta coming up in a few weeks. Hopefully, I will get to see one of my all time favorite airport bar tenders in the T terminal. Dori is an attractive blond female that is about Vintage age. She has a mind like a trap and even though months had passed since the time before last since the last time that I was there, she remembered what I drank. I am willing to bet that she makes a six figure income. Her road warrior regulars must love her.

 

Nope, just a perv.

 

I was afraid of that.

 

A guy runs out of the bank with a bag of money. Gun in hand. Cops arrest him and haul him off to jail. Bank cameras show same person holding a gun on the teller.

In interview, the officer in charge calls this gentleman a suspect.

He is certainly no gentleman by my definition.
Suspect? Sure from a legal perspective, they can't risk blowing the DAs case by calling him the perp.