There isn't any reason for these folks to know who I am. They aren't friends. We aren't neighbors. We don't have business. Besides, they tend to REMEMBER exactly who Mr. X is, and get me a seat. Forthwith.
The other day we went to El Charro's and an older man was taking the reservations.
"Mr. X", I tell him.
"Mr. Rex"? He repeats?
"No," I insist," "Mr. X."
"Mister Rex," he confirms, and I let it go. (I am NOT unreasonable about this.)
"If he calls for Mr. Sex," The redhead declared, "I'm leaving."
The redhead seems very practical.
ReplyDeleteI just hope if she leaves that I'm driving.
ReplyDeleteLOL- I can see her doing that :-)
ReplyDeleteAnd then, Mr. Ex.
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