It Was A Good Friday

So Megan and I went out for our weekly dinner. And our waitress spent just as much time sitting on her ass as we did. It's something about us. We either get stuck sitting in a corner of a restaurant, or we get not the greatest service.

Well, we spent time discussing it. And when the bill came we were trying to decide how much to tip her.

Then I noticed she didn't charge the drinks we ordered.

Yay for 12 dollars worth of free alcohol.

She got a slightly better tip than she was originally going to. Though that really isn't saying that much.