I had lunch with the family over at PF Changs on Saturday to celebrate my dad's 64th year of life and had a pretty good time. In true Radford fashion, we spent most of the day having fun at each others' expense and dad would NOT put down his camera... sigh. What do you expect? He's gotta get at least a roll of pictures of his precious little granddaughter.
During the course of the lunch, I noticed one of the servers give me the eye. I quietly returned the favor and we shared a smile. I couldn't really capitalize on it since I was with the family and that would be pretty tacky and disrespectful of me to do so. My ever observant sister (nothing gets past this girl) noticed the whole thing and kept asking me if I wanted her to get the girl's name and number for me. I declined. She called me a wuss.
After lunch and after I said my good byes, I went across the street to look at some queen size beds and eventually came back to the restuarant to talk to the server, but I found out that she had clocked out a few minutes before. That kinda sucked, but at least I know where she works. Maybe next time.
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