Dinner and drinks

So we have this little ritual where the first Friday of every month, no matter what we have a date night, i have this little Italian restaurant around the corner reserved for super, and then figured i would take Samantha out to the bar for some drinks.

We arrive at the restaurant, we're greeted by this little 18 year old hostess wearing the tightest black mini dress which barely covers her ass, "at least she was sensible and wore flats and not high heels" i think to myself. Its funny since my wife started making me wear the maid outfit at home all the time, having to walk around in high heels, i now notice things like this.

We are seated at our table, its a nice quiet table in the back corner of the restaurant, "Your waitress will be with you in a moment" the cute hostess girl says and she goes back to the door to greet another couple waiting to be seated.

A couple minutes later our waitress comes to the table "would you like menu's or do you know what you would like to order?" she asks.

"I'll have a t-bone steak, baked potato, saute'ed mushrooms and onions please" i order.

"NO, he will have a Ceaser salad with a grilled chicken breast, but make sure you use light dressing, i'm trying to get him to lose some weight" Samantha says like you're not even sitting there.

The waitress just looks at you and smirks and walks away to give your order to the kitchen staff.

Few minutes later you look over and see your waitress talking to a busboy who is black, she points towards me and they start laughing.

We eat our meal uninterrupted, pay and head to the bar for some drinks.