The 22nd of the You See, Davis series (see the rest here); this 24-pic davis-themed series will end soon, and has been a little slow in completing lately, but has so far gone from autumn to spring.
If you eat out in America, you may know this feeling. You’re in the middle of a sentence, when “So how is everything today?” inserts itself rudely across the table. You’ve just taken your second large bite of your roast chicken, when “would you like to see the dessert menu today?”. “Can I get you a refill on that?” after two sips of a diet coke. See that’s not good service, good service is knowing when not to butt in.

Such a funny conglomeration of words (about dining in a restaurant) and a drawing of a dumpster and apartment building. I know that waitress you’re talking about — been there, but these days it doesn’t take a rude waitress to make me forget what I was going to say.
it can go the other way too. it seems that if it’s not the interrupting waiter, then it’s the one that vanishes for an hour, like the one i had at the house of blues (aka the house of LOSE) at disneyland last year. I felt like i was stranded on that island in Lost. All i want is a happy medium!
Like you get at the indian restaurant in edgware. Man, I really want a good curry.