Extra Soup, Dirty Language, Cops and Gum

B is sitting here with Power Woman with a few additional (lesser known) details concerning the past two lunch events.

1. At Claim Jumper our server attempted to strong arm Power Womon to gain control of an extra cup of potato cheddar soup. PW attempted to charm our obviously un-interested server into letting her keep the extra soup, however he did not relent. Of course the Birdkiller got involved, since the extra cup of soup would potentially be free, however the server stood firm. He's wasted at Claim Jumper, he should be working at the US mint.

2. Birdkiller kept using inappropriate language at our Simply Thai lunch. Poo-poo, pee-pee, chi-chi, tee-tee, whoo-ha. Stop with the baby talk BK! The BK would also like all pregnant women to turn their car's air bags off. It's apparently very dangerous. Who knew BK is gunning to be the new Dr. Spock?

3. During the CeFiore "Cops" incident, I swear that the female was mad at the male due to his laughter at her ordering "soup", not Fro-yo. Where the hell did she order soup?

4. Gum mysteriously appeared on PWs car floor mat today. PW blames B, however, B and everyone else knows that gum doesn't stick to Cole Haan shoes.

5. The one question that will leave everyone hanging on until next time, "Did PW throw away her leftover Pineapple Fried Rice, or will she "eat it" later"? hmmmmmmmm?

Comments

M. said…

Something is happening at the Riverside Casino and the Great American Casino in Tukwila. I have no idea what or why - but the parking lots are packed, I repeat PACKED to the gills every lunch hour M-F for two, yes TWO weeks now! I call upon the brave intrepid Tummy Tukwila crew to roll the dice on this matter. Could it be the food? Inquiring minds need to know.

May 6, 2009 at 12:33 PM

R. said…

M - we challenge YOU to check out the casino! Go see what's happening, and report back.

We'll post your field report as soon as we get it!

May 6, 2009 at 3:41 PM

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