I was at the Olive Garden
and I had just sat down but had not yet read the menu. But I decided
not too and order psychic
ally. Here's the dialogue
between me and a waiter at the olive garden:
Waiter: Hello sir, what would like to have tonight?
Me: Well, let's see... I'll have the Chicken Parmesian.
(I didn't know that they specifically had it)
Waiter: Sure. Our Chicken Parmesian Deluxe now comes with your
choice of four toppings. Which would you like?
Me: I'll have the first four on the list.
Waiter: Sure, I'll just- Wait a second?! Did you look at the menu?
Me: Of course.
Waiter: No you didn't!
Me: I swear!
Waiter: Get out of here, we don't like your kind!
Me: No! I want my dinner.
Waiter: Now. (Calmly but firmly)
*two men grab me as the waiter signals*
Me: C'mon guys, we can all be friends here.
Man #1: Get your psychic ass outta here.
And that's how I nearly got arrested
at the Olive Garden.