Treating myself to food and drink at Southeast Grind, the 24-hour coffee cafe near my place, though one of my treats took longer to reach me because the staff forgot to make my Dirty Lady drink until I asked again. They were apologetic and nice and got to it right away. We also said this:
ME: I also figured saying "Where's my Dirty Lady?!" would be wrong.
FEMALE EMPLOYEE: There is NOTHING wrong with saying that.
OTHER FEMALE EMPLOYEE (pounds fists on counter): Where's, my, Dirty, Lady?
RANDOM GUY ABOUT TO ORDER: Give me a Dirty Lady, nothing on it.
ALL OF US INVOLVED: *smile*
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