I was out recently with some friends and the waiter gave us amazing service and seemed particularly taken with me and my kilt. He made several comments about how good I looked in it.
A new acquiantance commented that she felt the service and the attention were due to the kilt and our overtly gay waiter.
And old friend of mine disagreed. He said that I always got good service no matter the gender of the server and even before I began wearing a kilt.
She seemed perplexed, so he explained that I always got good service because no matter the gender of the waitstaff I have a bad habit of flirting with them mercilessly. I get excellent service, frequent freebies, and there's often a phone number on my copy of the check.
Sadly, I don't even try to do it. And personally I don't think it's flirting. So I had to protest. I thought it was horrible that just because I engage the server in conversation and treat them like a real human being doesn't mean I'm flirting.
The table erupted in laughter when the bill arrived. On the back was written a phone number with the note "Call Me" and a heart sign AND there was no sign of our desserts or coffees on the bill.
What a sad comment on the world that simply treating someone like human being is considered a come on.
But then, my mom was a shameless flirt too!

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