I love the Olive Garden, where we went for dinner tonight. Something was very different, however.
The server was excellent. The server was polite. The server was attentive. The server smiled and was not intrusive. The server laid down the plates in a measured, deliberate manner and picked them up in the same manner, so as not to interfere with our conversation or spill anything. The server's white shirt was spotless. The server walked erect without moving her head up and down. The server's posture was perfect, too good.
The server was perfect ... I'm thinking that it, disguised as a young woman, was an Olive Garden automaton, which Olive Garden is field testing.
I have a hard time with the alternate explanation ... like she's definitely an alien.
Posted by Bill at February 1, 2006 08:52 PM