Stinky at a Resturant

One day I decided for some reason to get off my lazy butt and sit inside the restaurant instead of just going through the drive way like I usually do.I guess I was in one of those happy go lucky moods that I barely ever have. But that mood soon went away when the waiter arrived at my table to take my order. Well more like my mood died when his scent of fish and onions arrived. Now I'm not a bully or even close to one but this man smelled worse than a dead animal ran over on a hot summer day.

The waiter ask me, "You ready to order?"

I told him that I would like the number four.

"Would you like to try our new dessert?" The waiter asked walking closer to me.

I tried to breath out of my mouth the whole time so I wouldn't smell his stench. But eventually I had to respond which it was almost impossible to talk and not breath. So I spoke in a hoarse voice trying not to breathe saying, "I think I'll just stick with the number four I'm on a diet."

"Well okay if there's anything else you need let me know?" he said.

"I....I....will", I said.

"You must have a cold you sound so hoarse sweetie," he said with a smile.

"Yea it's that summer flu," I said.

Finally the waiter walked off and I let go of my breath so hard the people sitting in the table in front of me jumped.When they looked back at me I said "excuse me". I was glad that man was serving the food and not cooking it. As soon as I thought that the craziest thing happened. A man a few tables down from me starting complaining about his food being burnt. He held it up to one of the employees.  It was just some fries and they looked fine from where I could see them.

"I want to see the cook, how could he cook me burnt fries!"

I thought the man had completely lost his marbles. The cook walked out to see the man.

"I will cook you some more fries with no problem," the cook said.

I saw the man began to make a face as the cook got closer to him. He said "that will be fine I'll just leave a tip and you won't have to worry about a thing." He left some dollars on the table and flew out of the restaurant like he was running for his life.

I wondered what made the man change his mind. The people behind call the cook over. When the cook pass by my table I could have died. The waiter smelled like flowere compared to the cook.  I left a tip on the table and ran out of the restaurant as quickly as possible. I was never going to eat at that restaurant again.