Today's OneWord: Prime
"Um, excuse me," squeaked the teenaged girl. "I ordered the prime rib? This is a T-bone steak."
I heard the waiter scoff at her, the little tuft of red hair quivering on his chin. "Honey, do you even know the difference?"
"I may be only sixteen, but I know my goddamn meat." The girl looked the scrawny server up and down. "Not that you know what it's like to have some meat on you - whether or nor it's hidden in your pants."
I heard the waiter scoff at her, the little tuft of red hair quivering on his chin. "Honey, do you even know the difference?"
"I may be only sixteen, but I know my goddamn meat." The girl looked the scrawny server up and down. "Not that you know what it's like to have some meat on you - whether or nor it's hidden in your pants."
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