Turkey Day
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Tagged: @Poopy Face
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Music: silence
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Monè was prepared for a good time. He was walking into one of the most reputable restaurants on Jaya and he was planning to eat like a king. Walking in, Mone’s eyes darted around, noticing that everyone already inside was dressed in formal wear, with the women in some of the most beautiful dresses he’d ever seen and every man wearing a complete suit. This place was obviously meant for upscale dining for couples, and Monè stood out a lot with his tracksuit on and the fact that he was there by himself. Still, he wanted to eat and he’d heard that the food at this particular restaurant was to die for. So, the lone male walked confidently up to the hostess, taking note of her stunning appearance despite how stressed out she looked.
”Hello beautiful lady, I am Monè d Dero and I’d like a table for one.” For a moment, the woman was silent, looking at Monè as if she were trying to take in every detail of his appearance at once. Then, with the most deadpan expression possible she asked him a simple question,”You’re joking right?”
Monè was honestly not expecting her question, so he was slightly thrown off and unable to respond immediately. Once he had processed the question though, he cools responded,”I’m completely serious madame, I’ve heard around that the food here is amazing and I wanted to try for myself. I don’t see any signs saying that people are required to wear a certain style of clothing to eat here, so I’m not seeing the problem.”
”Well for starters, we don’t do single tables here, which you should’ve been able to tell from the fact that every single table is occupied by two people. Did you think you were the only person who wanted to eat a thanksgiving meal by themselves? That you were somehow different from all the recent divorcees or the people who dont have a family to eat with? We only serve dinner to couples, so if you want to eat here, you’d best come back with a date. And in all honesty, even though we dont have a rule saying you must dress a certain way to be served, track suits aren’t exactly fine dining clothes.” Monè stepped away from the hostess once she was done, allowing the couples standing behind him to get through to be seated.
Monè honestly felt devastated, he hadn’t seen his family in a while, and he had spent every thanksgiving away from them eating at a nice restaurant. ”What am I going to do now?”