My Milkshake Brings All The Boys To The Yard

After Emily, Anne, Aliena and I got back from break yesterday, we were all pretty hungry so we went to Powell to grab something to eat. Problem: Powell was closed for break. (Who's dumb idea was THAT?) So we piled into Emi's car and headed off to Steak'n'Shake. Mmmm.

Our waiter's name was Miles (incidentally, I had a friend named Miles in elementary school, but it's not the same guy...) and he was one of the MOST ANNOYING PEOPLE I HAVE EVER MET.

When he brought us our drinks he narrated everything he did. "Oh, I have a water here, I'm gonna set that right there for you, I've got a water here for you, oh, here's a lemonade for you, I'm gonna put that right there, and I have one more water here for you, I'll just set that right there."

I am NOT kidding.

Well after a while I realized that he was being... awkward. Like... staring-at-my-chest-area awkward. I was wearing a sweater that I guess is kind of low-cut. Anyway, I had my hair down, so I just draped it over my shoulder to... um... discourage that sort of thing.

Anyway, I'd ordered a white chocolate milkshake - highly recommended, by the way - and drank it all by the time we were done, so I ordered another one to go. He brought it to me, but didn't put it on my ticket... even though they don't give free refills on milkshakes.

So here's the thing. I don't really know whether he did it on purpose or just forgot to add it... but I ended up with a free milkshake. Con: creepy waiter staring... but Pro: free milkshake.

Sorry, Miles, but that whole self-narration thing doesn't really do it for me. But thanks for the milkshake. :)