The Hovercraft

once a week the adorable one and me eat at fazoli's. it may sound nutty, but there is a serious drought when it comes to decent italian food where we live. we've eaten at bravo!, which is decent. and we really like il centro. but what we really want is a really good, super cheap, hole-in-the-wall, to-die-for little mom and pop shop.

anyway, the food at fazoli's is actually pretty delish. the thing is, there's this gal that serves the bread sticks. she's nice enough, she really is. here's the problem: she hovers. endlessly.

here's a typical exchange:

bst: would you like a breadstick?
princess superstar: no thank you, i'm waiting for my meal.
bst: (silence) (hovering ensues) (hover continues)

at this point, i'm praying, actually praying that:
1. she goes away
2. the adorable one shows up with our food

once we get our food, then she does laps around the restaurant, always stopping at our table. and then stands there. for what seems like an uncomfortable eternity. and we try to make polite conversation, but we're trying to have lunch, just the two of us.

once we've had our fill of breadsticks, she comes by to check on us.why? we don't know either. so the adorable one, being so very adorable and funny, nicknamed her the "breadstick terrorist", or the bst for short.

interestingly enough, the bst seems to have a beau. he also serves breadsticks. and hovers. just not as much.

they are related to the nice cashier, becky, who regales us with l-o-n-g stories about her husband, 16-year-old daughter, etc. it seems odd that outwardly we don't seem approachable, but apparently people feel compelled us to tell us their life stories. and then some. what's with that?

and what's really scary? the greek place we like seems to feature the bst's twin sister. she has the same look, the same catch phrase, and the same mannerisms.

could there be a nefarious evil plan at work, just cranking these bots out? beware of a hovercraft coming to a restaurant near you.