Our waitor came and asked if we wanted salad and bread sticks. Of course, we said. So he came back later with my roommates' soups and the salad and asked how much cheese we wanted while he shredded it over the salad.
It's a typical experience at Olive Garten. But because it's me and my roommates, no common experience can remain.
Waitor shreds cheese: I just think of A Goofy Movie when Max's friend says, "it's a leanin' tower of cheeseeh," which earlier had elicited a few rounds of laughter between Alison and me.
Result: weird smiling at the waitor.
Shelley and Alison eat soup: it has dumplings in it. Earlier we had talked about shortening words like appetizers to 'apps' and deserts to 'zerts' like they do on Parks and Rec (a lot of my inspiration comes from TV/Movies, obviously). Shelley says to Alison, "How do you like your dumps?"
Result: chaotic bursts of laughter and puns and more smiling at the waitor
And maybe this isn't all laugh-out-loud funny for other people, but I'm going say one of the most important lessons our generation needs to learn: you had to be there.
