Pancakes

Starving

Starving. I am absolutely starving, and the waitress hasn't even given me a menu. It's been ten minutes for crying out loud. She's been wiping the same spot on the counter and mooning over that sleazy character for a good ten minutes.
And he's been eating it all up. He did not just wink. Do people still wink? A little cliche there bud. Still it seems to be working for him, I've never seen a blush so red.
She's picking up her notebook. Could it be? Could she possibly be coming to my table? She's getting close, she's smiling, annnnnd she's gone.
Could they take any longer? How long does it take to say "I want a couple pancakes."? I give up watching them and turned to my newspaper. But, of course, as soon as I got it all settled I was interrupted by an all too cheery, "Sorry for the wait, sir. What can I get for you today?"
"Pancakes, and a coffee." Was that so hard?
"Alright, I'll bring that right out." She flounces away.
"Kids these days."