you're right, it does

I know you think that my life sucks, but that is just because you are jealous that you have never had a chihuahua in a Christmas sweater join you on a date.

Last week I went on a first date to a china town restaurant. Our server came up to the table and he said:

"May I take your order?" Now, this is not strange. Many, many of the very best servers routinely say things such as this. And my response was not that mind shattering either:

"I will have the fettuccine." Now watch, here is where the plot thickens.

The server: "Okay, but what will you have to drink?"

Me: "a chardonnay"

The server to my date: "What will you have?" He (not having learned his lesson) "I'll have the spaghetti."

Server: "No! what will you have to drink?"

Date: "okay, I'll have the pinot grigio and spaghetti."

The guy leaves, comes back with our drinks and then asks again what we will have for dinner. My date asks:

"Are we allowed to order now?" I guess he was on strict orders to take the drink orders first.

I want to go back there and see what happens when one refuses to order a drink. Perhaps his head explodes.

And then a bunch of Chinese girls showed up and started making Christmas decorations at the table next to us with a singularly unresponsive chihuahua in a red Christmas sweater.
I hear there was karaoke in the basement.