Tuesday, April 17, 2012 6:48:44 PM
Working as a waiter in Oakland I had a table of four women who all paid with separate cards. I asked "Ms. Jones?" I then gave her her card. "Ms.Smith?" I gave her the credit card. Imagine my horror when I opened up the next bill presenter, cleared my throat and asked, "Ms. Cobbledick?" One woman raised her hand and said "That's me!" True Story. It was this lady.