Saturday, December 06, 2008
Would you like some crap?
My mom and I ate at this adorable little French Cafe in the neighborhood that specializes in crepes. Our server had a very thick (Italian??) accent and everytime she said the word "crepe" it sounded exactly like "crap". My mom was asking some questions about what kind of crepes they had and our server would say, "Our lunch crap is made with buckwheat flour so the crap is brown. We have veggie crap, cheese crap, meat crap or you can choose what you like and make your own crap. I held it together through this entire exchange but I had to keep telling myself to lock it in. All I could picture was a steaming pile of shit sitting atop a shiny white porcelain plate.
Finally after finishing our lunch craps the server comes to our table and politely asks, "Anyone save room for a sweet crap?"
And that is when I lost it.
I hope one day my level of maturity will surpass the age of 8.