Dude, You're Getting an Enchilada

Friday night, I met Summer and My Sharona for dinner and drinks at Tortilla Flats. My Sharona got there first, I arrived second, and Summer got there a few minutes after me. When I approached the table, My Sharona blurted out what she'd been waiting anxiously to tell whoever arrived first:

"Our waiter is the Dell guy!"



And indeed he was. He's a bit scruffier these days. Nice, too, although he did forget to bring us our complimentary end-of-dinner shots. He promised a round of drinks next time we're in, though, so he's forgiven.

Not that I think there's anything wrong with pot, per se, or that I even think it should be illegal, but if Partnership for a Drug-Free America really wanted to convince kids that pot can wreck your life, maybe they should get the Dell guy on their payroll.