Incoherent Babble

Several of the guys I work with and I went out to lunch today. It’s typical for us to take an hour and a half to two hours for lunch on Fridays (which has recently expanded to honorary Fridays on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. It’s absolutely amazing we haven’t gotten fired yet.). We generally go somewhere that has other entertainment in addition to food (no, no strip clubs… yet). For quite a while, we’ve been playing pool at lunch.

So anyway, we’re playing pool…

There’s one table in a room by itself, which everyone else seems to think is reserved, so we always play in there in private. Normally there’s a waiter we like that’ll come in and joke around with us, but today, he saw us coming in and said that he wasn’t working that room, that Stacy was, but she was better looking than he was, so we’d probably like it more. So we agreed and went on in and started playing. Soon, we met Stacy… and all our jaws dropped. It’s amazing how hot some people can be, even without trying. All she was wearing was one of the restaurant’s golf shirts and a pair of black pants, and yet she was probably the hottest looking chick we’d seen in weeks.

It’s really quite amazing how incredibly good some girls can look in the simplest and most ordinary of outfits, while other girls look less than perfect in the exact same clothes. It’s also amazing how much an incredibly hot chick can distract you from your game of pool. Every time she would enter the room, we’d all just stop and stare as she moved from one table to another refilling our glasses or clearing away our mess, then immediately resume our game as soon as she disappeared from view once again.

Speaking of clearing away our mess, it’s also quite amazing how well one will tip someone for horrid service just because they find them sexually attractive. Stacy was so incredibly hot, but also so incredibly far from being a good waitress, and yet we all suddenly found ourselves tipping 20% or more for our meals… If she’s only getting tipped based on her looks, and not on her serving abilities, I suppose she made a good choice working at a restaurant that is big on pool, because the people who frequent it are mostly male. However, it makes one wonder what the chances of enticing her to try something, oh, like a strip club, would be… With a body like hers, I have no doubt she would come out very very well at the end of the night. $300 and 7 marriage proposals later, Stacy goes home to a boyfriend named Chris… oh, sorry, that was one of those fantasies I warned you about in the welcome message. Oh well, back to my hum drum day. It’s time to head home now that I’ve wasted a little more company time…