So smartass waiters in hipster restaurants often make fun of us for using our phones at the dinner table.

“Yeah,” I say in response. “We’re texting each other. It’s noisy in here and my husband is deaf.” Meanwhile, said husband takes out his hearing aid and nods.

I mean, we’re not texting each other. But man it shuts the waiters up quick smart.

2017-09-05T19:37:06+00:00 8th October, 2015|Tags: culture|1 Comment

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  1. sweetbeeeeee 9th October, 2015 at 12:10 am

    Ugh I hope his face fell and then melted and then he melted and then slid down to the south pole to get some ice for that burn. (Seriously though. What a dick.)

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