My buddy Lou Santini says that when you "say the word 'boob,' you can't help but to smile." Well, when you see one pop out of a woman's dress sitting in your section at a restaurant, you can't help but giggle your ass off. That's right. An unintentional, non-breast feeding, in-your-face boob popped out to say "hello," and I was there to wave "hello" back. But let's not rush into this. I am still under fire from co-workers about what should have been said during the ordeal, so let me present all of the evidence, and let you guys pass down judgement. A husband and wife are seated in my section. I heard some sort of accent, so I think that they are European. The husband is looking at the cocktail menu as I approach the table to greet them. "Welcome. How are you doing this evening?" I said. "Hello." The husband muttered. "I want champagne. What would you recommend?" At this point,
I am the leader of the server revolution! Taking the power away from the customers and putting it back in the hands of the bartenders and servers. Yelp off!!!