You can be a waitress. We could turn it into a really bad sitcom, and you could get a new boyfriend every show. Then everyone would laugh because you are so attractive but can't find the right guy. At least, that's what the producers would think.
Yeah! But I would have to listen to them all first to make sure they are right for the cafe. We could sell sandwiches and have late night jazz musicians. We could also have really good coffee and lots of cool people who hang around and pay for our existence. And we could all live upstairs in a couple of apartments like a happy commune. It would be great.
I'll be the token dusty academic with the corner seat by the window who is there every morning with cappucino, a scone, and a copy of a various work by a various dead European
I'd be his codgy old companion in the opposite seat with a chess problem that needs to be solved and who always holds a different viewpoint. We'd always talk in British accents to throw off the other patrons.
I am certainly going to need some academia in my cafe, but you might not want to be there for the louder shows. Unless you decide to mosh because that would be fun. Or something like that. Perhaps we'd have a lively debate about Star Wars whenever business was especially slow.
Hoo-ray! If we were to turn it into a sitcom, because you have darker hair, you would be the misunderstood waitress who is really nice but smokes and drinks and acts cynical about guys, though all she really wants is the right one to come along and sweep her off her feet. This means you will need to participate in some sort of artwork.
This already sounds like me. Are you sure this is a sitcom? With acting and stuff? Because from my end it's almost life like. Thanks a lot. The satire is killing me. Is it killing you?
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Haha.
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Were the SATs really that bad?
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