Flustered My Server

George and I went to Val’s for lunch yesterday. We ate about 1530 or so, and there were only a few people there at that hour. ¬†We were eating and our server came by to check on us. We chatted a bit and she commented on how hot she felt. I immediately chimed in with, “Well, you’re standing next to me, of course this happens.” Our server thought about it a sec, and getting flustered was her reply. George and I laughed, after all, only Marie do I make hot. Our poor server did get a nice tip on our way out. Wednesdays is one of my days at the Buca, and we always eat at Val’s. The burgers are pretty good, George really loves them and they’re the benchmark for his burger judging.