So tonight Beeki and I go to a restaurant. We overpay for food that wasn't all that great. The best part was the idiots who brought their screaming toddler to the restaurant. For some reason we were sat di-frickin-rectly next to the screaming banshee child. Then the gum-for-brains father decided that putting the child over his shoulder - and in my effin' ear - was the best course of action. Following the feeding, the genius who apparently spent his childhood with his helmet on too tight decided to swing the child around for fun! This lead to screaming, again... in my ear, and later to barfing.

It. Rocked.

Then at the very end, as we're waiting into the fourth hour for the waiter to come back, I put my head down on the table. She arrives and the following conversation ensues:

Stupid Waitress: Okay! Can I get you anything else?!

Cach: No, just the bill and a pillow.

Stupid Waitress: Okay!

Time passes... then passes some more... and some more... Finally, she returns.

Stupid Waitress: (With the check in hand) Here you go!

Cach: What, no pillow?

Stupid Waitress: Oh, gosh, I'm sorry! I've been here, like, all day and we've just been adding "o" to the end of everything we say, like, this one waiter here named Jack who we've been calling Jacko all day, because everything is "o" at the end, since like I said I've been here since about 10:00 this morning, and when you said "pillow" I just heard "o" at the end like pill with an "o."

Cach: ... ... ...

The waitress walks away after leaving the check.

Beeki: When are waiters going to learn they're not people?