Here’s a reasonable request from a music lover:
“How about more Morphine!”
We were big fans of the Boston-based band, and we were pretty excited that this large, family style restaurant in North Carolina was playing something so hip on the sound system.
They’d let the album play through, but by the time our meal was over, the record had ended and the disc player had switched to something decidedly less cool.
Now, just because the person in the kitchen running the stereo is hip, I guess you can’t assume that the waitstaff is, as well.
Because when our server was clearing our plates, she asked:
“Is there anything else I can get you?”
One of my friends said, “How about more Morphine!”
The server started to laugh, then realized that we were not kidding, and got a cloudy look on her face, gave a weak, unsure laugh, and then left the table.
It was only after she walked away that it occurred to me that she probably had no idea that “Morphine” is the name of a band, and that we weren’t requesting that she bring us a syringe of heavy duty painkiller.
Hear the song on Youtube.
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