Tonight I met Rob, Betsy and my parents at Bravo to celebrate my mom's birthday. It was good to see my sister breaking in her new maternity jeans. And it was fun to tell my family some Africa stories.
I just felt bad because of our waiter's poor timing. He had a knack for approaching our table just in time for the awkward moments. It started when he arrived for the tail end of my story about the topless woman I baptized in water. He got there just in time to catch my mom's follow up question. Did the other men also baptize topless women?
Yep, his eyes got pretty big. When he returned to refill our water I was just getting around to the witchdoctor who kept spitting in my face (more on that story later this week):
Hopefully we were at least able to make his evening more interesting.
You know how your previous post said, "Thanks for asking"? That poor waiter must have been too traumatized to ask!
Posted by: cynthia dufty | May 01, 2007 at 10:57 PM
That is so funny. Overseas life is always interesting!
Posted by: Crystal | May 02, 2007 at 04:39 AM
this is hilarious stuff...thanks for the laugh
Posted by: rick womack | May 02, 2007 at 08:02 AM
LOL!
Posted by: Jerome | May 02, 2007 at 12:42 PM
Wish I could have been there to see his face! What fun!
Posted by: Mary Beth Bradshaw | May 02, 2007 at 06:43 PM
You crack me up!!!
Posted by: Tony Sebastian | May 07, 2007 at 06:53 PM