10/29/2003 Archived Entry: "Sonic Burger"

I rode to Sonic for lunch today, because I was seriously jonesing for a Route 44 Cherry Lime-Aide, and Sonic is the only place that fits the bill on that one. I parked the bike in a drive-up spot right on the outdoor seating area and pulled my gear off, and I saw that one of the waitresses inside was staring at me. After hanging my gear on my handlebar, I took a seat at one of the tables and ordered. I forgot about the waitress as I buried my nose in a book, but a few minutes later she came out with my food.

She was about my age, brown hair, cute. She called me "honey" twice, "sweetie" twice, and "babe" once--like, "Okay, honey, here's your tater tots..." and "Can I get you anything else, babe?" Then, I paid with my credit card and she went in to run it, and when she came back out, she talked to me for a minute and worked in several other cutsie names. She told me that they're going to have some kind of new mega-tater tot dish next month that includes chili and jalapenos and that she can't wait to try it. I was pretty freaked out by her name-calling, so I just nodded and smiled, and she left.

I told the wife about it, and the wife agrees--I was being massively hit on. I'm not really sure why this happened, either, because I *NEVER* get hit on.

I'm just a little weirded out right now.

[Previous entry: "My forehead"] [Return to archive...] [Next entry: "Alien"]