A slow day picks up

I sat down in a booth at the local dingy diner after a long day of hardly any blondes or redheads in sight.

I was ready to write this whole day off as a waste, that is until my waitress walked up. She was a tall, pale and thin redheaded beauty, not a day over eighteen. "Hello sir, here is your menu. Would you like anything to drink?" She asked in a shaking voice that held a bit of a lisp on account of her braces I'd guess, probably new at the job too.

"Actually miss, I'd like to conduct a survey with you. I'm trying to find out who's better at sex, blondes or redheads." I inform her.

"Oh my gosh, I heard about you from my friend Ashley. I totally have to prove to her that redheads are way better than blondes." She said, becoming more determined. Works for me.