Saturday dinner, a bunch of beautiful sorority girls the next table down flirted with the waitstaff and achieved an extra dessert.
Sunday dinner, some of us tried our hand at flirting. We achieved an extra bowl of split-pea soup. It was green, and it was soupy, and we decided to give over on the flirting business and be satisfied with politeness.
Maybe if we were taller. Or had white blonde hair, like one of our number. Or didn't sweat.
Ah well. Split pea soup, bottom line.
