A cafe I went to...

Last weekend, My friends and I went to a cafe uptown. It was close to midnight. When we arrived we were told that there was no more seats available cos our group was quite big.

But guess what else the waiter told us? He told us that we could wait for another half hour and then he'l give us seats..

My question is how is it possible for him to be certain that people were gonna leave within that time span? It was weird but we gave him the benefit of the doubt and waited for 30mins. When we were abt to begin our waiting time another group came in. their group was as big as ours and they ask for a table not their table. And Im sure you can guess it, they got a table. I was thinking what was so special about their group...Then I saw a celebrity in the group...I see... So this is how you get a table in a crowded place. How fair is that??

Anyway after the thirty mins were up, we went back to the cafe and were given seats. Our seats were situated outside the restaurant. As far as I can remember, when we came the first time, those seats were already empty. I thought they din want people to sit outside when it was pretty late so that they can contain their customers. So this was pretty weird...

If this is not enough, the service was the worst in the world. I was there for 10 mins and decided to go to the bathroom. I returned and waited another 10 mins before someone from the kitchen realise that our orders had not been taken. And of course our orders took forever to come. Plus the bill was high...

I thought of naming the cafe but decided not to cos the owner was previously a lawyer. I think I'd better save myself from a lawsuit...

The only thing that might entice me to come to the cafe again is how nice the place feels and that it opens 24 hrs.

A tiny bit about my boyfriend...

My boyfriend related an incident that occurred when he was a child and this is the story...

He told his dad that he wanted to call his friend. His dad said that it was alright for him to do so. All he had to do was to get his friend's house number.

Guess what my boyfriend (whom I thought was a very smart man) did...???

He went down to his friend's house and took down the number on the door (which was 17). He went back home and dialled 17 from his phone...!!!

How silly can you get...???


I am glad this occurred decades back...I can't imagine dating someone this silly...

Am I glad that I am not a proctologist.

A cardiologist died and was given an elaborate funeral. A huge heart covered in flowers stood behind the casket during the service.

Following the eulogy, the heart opened and the casket rolled inside.

The heart then closed sealing the doctor in the beautiful heart forever.

At that point, one of the mourners burst into laughter.

When all eyes stared at him, he said, "I'm sorry I was just thinking of my own funeral. I'm a gynaecologist."

That was when the proctologist, a doctor specialising in diseases of the rectum and anus fainted.

Picked the wrong guy, gave him the wrong finger...

Q: How do you inform people that you decided not to marry your fiance because he was a jerk?

A: You can make a card which staes SINGLE on the cover and on the inside simply say:

'Picked the wrong guy, gave him the wrong finger.'

Isn't this smart??

By the way this is a true life account which I caught on the Oprah Winfrey show...