However, I seems the usual 9:30 scoffing session needs to be delayed by about half an hour or so.
So. We gets there, and orders up our grubs. Full English Brekkies more-or-less all round.
Only without them 'orrible organic home-made beans we had last time. Yuck! Give us some mushrooms instead (well, mushrooms in the sense that one mushroom has been sliced in half, giving the impression of a pluralcy of sporocarp sidedish)
So you orders, and waits.
And waits.
And waits.
As familial types waffle on about their various offsprings and shizzle.
Anyhoo, after half an hour... in walks a serving wench. A right Pretty of a serving wench!
And where's Xym sat? With his back to the counter so he can't ogle up the Breakfast babe. :(
But brekkie is served! And some Full Englishes have poachedy eggs, and some have fried. And to save time, the original waitress just says "Poached?" rather than "Full English with poached".
And then comes along the Pretty bearing breakfast, and spreading her arms wide to proffer plates of provender, proclaiming:
"Fried eggs?"
Now, you know The Xym, so what's the first thing that immediately came to mind.
Why, it was all I could do to hold back, and not make comment about her impressive frontage being totally imcomparable to the friedest of fried eggs.
And on top of that (the breakfasting, that is - not on top of the Pretty and breastfeeding. or something), when we left ANOTHER Pretty had arrived!
See - if we'd arrived 30 mins later, and Xym sat on the opposite side o' t'table) Xym would have had a whole breakfast of interrupted oglement!
"Blimey Xym! Do you want the moon onna stick too? Do you need more Pretties? Don't you have at least one Office Pretty to leer at? One in the squeakiest of sneaky shoes of sultry silence rather then the usual thunderous clomping footsteps of the stillettoe'd thigh high shiny leathery boots of the Oh My hotness persuasion?"
Well, yes, but it's not deemed polite to perve over cute collegues in close quarters when stuffing yer face full of bacon! Why, that would certainly make things a tad awkward... not to mention overtly obvious!
"No, Pretty Lady, Xym's not ogling you up. He's just admiring your firm, pert poached eggs...
...and your breakfast looks good too!"
Wah wah wah waaaaaaah....
