Too Happy for Sarcasm

I am much too happy to make fun of something. I'm in a good mood, mostly because of the weather. It's not spectacular, but warm enough to wear a skirt! (sorry, my superficial side is poking through). If I become annoyed or angry about something I will surely compose a satire for you. For now, perhaps I'll share something that happened yesterday and poerhaps I will add sarcasm, we will see.

I went out to dinner with my mom and my boyfriend, Shaun (which sounds like a fairly bizarre situation, but really it was not). Well when our waitress came to ask what we would like to drink and my oh-so-wonderful boyfriend began flirting with her. (Jerk right? However I'm really not the jealous type and it didn't bother me, she had a ring on her finger anyways). He and my mom seemed to believe I was completely oblivious to the flirtations, however that was just an act.

Later, the three of us were chatting and enjoying our drinks and I saw the waitress from behind my boyfriend making her way toward the table. I gave her a smile and turned back to my boyfriend and leaned in for a kiss. He dismissed it as something that could have happened in any other moment of the dinner. However from behind him I saw the waitress stop in her path, like when you realize you;re walking the wrong way or forgot something. She awkwardly backtracked into the kitchen.

At first I thought she may really have just forgotten something, because no one would usually react like she did. Although the next time she came too the table her smile was diluted and she only spoke directly to my mom. Shaun wondered why all of the sudden she was so much less friendly than before. I looked at my mom, who had witnessed the whole ordeal and smiled. When I told him what I did, he began explaining himself, like I was angry. It appears that he was angrier than me.

So apparently I ruined his night. Boy, am I sorry for stopping my boyfriend from flirting with another woman. Dang, do I owe him.

There, that's as satiric as I get. For now anyways.