Coastal Flats has an enjoyable sense of humor.
I walked up to the hostess desk, and they recognized me immediately. Jokingly, I was asked, “What name shall we put you under as, Walt?”
I attempted to make up a name that would require horrific use of Unicode, if not make it look like a terrorist convention was occurring.
I got a smile as they handed me the pager.
But as I passed by their computer, I noticed they planned to turn the joke at my expense. Here’s how I was paged…. and, boy, did the staffer who seated us look confused.
This post made me miss working at the Roadhouse (when i first started) for a half a second.
Is there no end to your evil ways?