Excuse Me
Imagine this:
Kitty & Princess Willa strut down Hilton's lobby making their way to Sudu, in heels.
Princess Willa: Hey you mortals. Table for 3. Non smoking.
Not-so-cute-Bangladeshi-waiter (in his funny accent): Your highness. Our most sincere apology. But the restaurant is fully booked tonight.
Princess Willa: Do you know WHO I AM?
Not-so-cute-Bangladeshi-waiter nods impatiently. Look at watch.
Princess Willa adjusts her tiara... Long silence...
Princess Willa: I don't care. I am a princess, and I demand to be treated like a queen.
Not-so-cute-Bangladeshi-waiter (in his funny accent): Am really sorry Your Highness. But we are really full today.
Kitty: Would it make a difference if I tell you Maryann Duff is joining us for dinner tonight?
Not-so-cute-Bangladeshi-waiter ran inside. Without a word. Not-so-cute-Bangladeshi-waiter come back with the manager.
Manager wipes sweat and ask: Did you say Maryann Duff? THE Maryann Duff?
Kitty & Princess Willa: Yeah. THE Maryann Duff.
Manager gasps.
Manager: Your table will be ready in 1 minute. We shall clear the area so you will have some privacy. Champagne is complimentary.
posted by Duff! at 12:16 pm
1 Comments:
Ummm.... What very vivid and lucid fantasies you have...
Do you often dream that you are just like me and loved by all?
:oP Hate me now if you must but if i was never mean, you would never appriciate my niceness....
2:58 pm
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