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In Reply to: the Zeattle Latte Drive!!!! posted by Rachel on August 12, 2001 at 21:28:29:
Unfortunately, it will not be the phone number of that waitress, because I don’t have that. I don’t even know her name. You know how sometimes you look at someone and are just stunned by how incredibly beautiful they are? I feel confident that not everyone would feel the same way, but I would have walked a mile in tight shoes for her had she only asked. Which she didn’t.
I should have known I was doomed when the first words out of her mouth were “who has the red Porsche? It’s my dream car!” Hey, we all have our faults. Anyway, I wrote her a pretty damn sweet note, if I do say so myself, left in on the table, and walked out to my car. Rachel, working independently and much more directly, just told the woman we would be back at 2:30 to pick her up. Note to self … direct approach seems effective.
So at 2:00, while everyone else was up at Lake Whatcom, I peeled off toward Alger and drove like a bat out of hell. As I sped off, I heard fading Z3 chatter on the talkabout to the effect that they didn’t think they would ever see me again. I was determined to pick up the woman of my dreams, hook back up with the gang in Arlington, and spend the afternoon talking to her at 60-80 mph.
She had other plans. She said that she wanted to go but that she had to work. Personally, I didn’t buy it, but god bless her for saying something plausible and kind.
Note to self … direct approach appears to be seriously and fundamentally flawed.
However, in times like these, one must remember the wise words of Mark Twain:
“The highest perfection of politeness is only a beautiful edifice, built, from the base to the dome, of graceful and gilded forms of charitable and unselfish lying.”
Or, if that’s too deep for you, he also said
“Lie--an abomination before the Lord and an ever present help in time of trouble”.
Both will work.
So I didn’t ask questions. I thanked her (for what, I don’t know, but I was kind of scrambling for something to say) and told her that I would see her next time.
And then I was heading off to a party on Lummi Island when everyone else showed up at the place to see if I had really come to get the waitress. I had, of course, with somewhat less than complete success. Rachel, sensing no doubt that my ego was not in midseason form says “you know what it is … she likes the Porsche better!” That’s it! My plan to pick her up was flawless! And I would have gotten away with it, if it weren’t for you meddling kids!
It was a great drive (chuckanut three times that day for me!) with a great gang of regulars and of course it was a real treat to meet Rachel. I’m so sorry that I didn’t get to meet that State Trooper … maybe next time!
See you all soon – and the keychain will be delivered to Homecoming! I’ll maybe be there next year…
Mark B
Alpine 3.0