When I started my current job, I was the only male server working there. Now there are a few more, but the majority are still waitresses. Most of these girls are young enough to easily be my daughters, and sometimes they say things that strike me as hysterically amusing.
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Here's today's offering...
"So I decided to give this guy a chance, alright? He's, like, 22, and that's cool because I like older men..."
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One of the nicest of the girls there is Lily. Now Lily is a gorgeous little ukrainian girl, about 5'4", slender as a reed, with championship-quality decolletage. I mean, we're talking at least a jumbo C-cup here, and she likes to show them off
One day our manager, meaning to ask her about the stock levels on coconut pie, called out loudly, "So, Lily, how's your coconuts?"
Needless to say, we all fell about, while the manager and Lily both turned bright red.
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She's gone now, but when I first started, there was a salty old gal named Catherine working there. Now, we regularly serve both clam chowder and potato chowder, and it can be a bit hard to tell them apart. I asked Catherine one night, soon after I started, "How do you tell the clam chowder from the potato chowder?"
Her reply was, "If it smells like my pussy, it's the clam."
...even though I don't know what clam chowder or potato chowder is 
(but I happen to know what a "pussy" is 
). I suppose that younger spaniards are more accustomed to fast food than I am...too much sauces and frozen french fries for me 
