Break me off a piece of that! :) That's Katie talking. I never liked Joe, though even I had to admit that he was gorgeous. He had this way of looking at us as if we were the scum on his shower curtain. And when he walked into work he would sort of hunch over as if he was embarrassed to be there.

We met him one of the first times we came to Friendly's. Christina was our waitress, I think, but Joe was taking our order. He was the one who told her that we couldln't get this special thing because Katie hadn't ordered an "adult meal." Christina obviously didn't give a damn what we got, but because of him I had to pay more for my food.

Then, for about a year, we would have him as our waiter and he would glare at us - especially me when I ordered a bowl of whipped cream and nothing else for dessert. But then, some genius who "mamages" Friendly's came up with the idea of Comment Cards. These little oaktag cards have questions like "How often do you come to Friendly's," "How do you rate our food," etc., and then they have a space on the side where you can write in whatever you want. Well, one day I was fed up with Joe's evil stares, so I wrote, "We would've had a better time if Joe would stop glaring at us!"

Bad idea, I know. In about two minutes Katie and I were both drowning in a sea of guilt. (though I still think he deserved it...) So Katie, *sarcastic voice* in a stroke of amazing brilliance, decided that we should write him a note of apology to give to Christina. So I wrote that I was sorry I was such a bitch, and she wrote that she was sorry she had such a bitchy friend (that's the jist, anyway) and then for some reason that I have never been able to fathom she added, "P.S. - I think Joe's really hot!"

They had a good laugh about that one, let me tell you. Her defense was "I didn't think she'd show it to him!" God!