Out to Lunch

When you lunch with co-workers and you work for the public health department you can guarantee two things: 1. that your food will be fully cooked 2. that the manager will come out no less than two times to make sure the food and service was to your liking. Everything else is a crapshoot.
Today we went to Bennigan's for La-Risha's birthday. I didn't even know Indianapolis had one. But for those interested, they do have one (in the entire city) and it's attached to a less than lovely Ramada Inn. It felt straight out of Office Space as our waitress had on a t-shirt that said "Leprechauns Have Rights Too" and some pieces of flare. After asking us if we wanted some "Apps", she left for her first of many smoke breaks.
Leo taught our boss what a "cockblocker" is and mentioned that I was good at it. He also used the word "strap-on" during lunch. If you're reading this Leo - you made my lunch. Probably Lindsay's too!
Next, someone in the group asked what a Quesadilla was. Most of my daily readers will easily be able to identify exactly who I am speaking of. Who in the free world doesn't know what a Quesadilla is? I know people from Guam who know what they are.
Finally, the birthday girl bent over and showed the entire restaurant her buttcrack. Thank goodness I'd finished my Bocca burger.