haha, wow, that was a fucked up experience. i thought bothell was white BREAD, not white TRASH!
anyhow, the pair looked like meth heads -- they were both scraggly and spun out lookin', all dressed in threadbare sweats and dirty shirts. the guy was so visibly drunk it wasn't funny, and the gal would periodically get up and wander about the lounge, braying stupid remarks like "yeeewww need new menus HNAW HNAW HNAW" or "i love this place HNAW HNAW." like our convo mentioned, the guy pushed himself up out of the booth and then sat down on the floor with his back against the booth bench with his head lolling. they'd been there quite a while, and the put-upon waitress finally brought their tab which made the gal get all drunk-huffy and go " weee ain't done yet!!"
the stupid methbitch decides to get all clever and goes "AHH WANT MAH TOAST INNA BOX TEEWW GOOO" and as soon as the waitress leaves they fuckin DASH and go out the emergency exit. apparently this shit happens a bit because the emergency exit was unwired. on the other hand, there were no less than THREE bike cops eating there -- as always, bothell is copland -- and one of 'em apparently intercepted the couple outside. they were so drunk they didn't get far, i guess, because the gal starts wailing and screeching outside where everyone inside can hear it. "YEEEWWW CAN'T DO THIS, WE WERE GONNA PAY, WE WERE JUST USIN' THE BATHROOM!!!!" i wish they'd had the blinds up so i could see the cop pwn them.
oh and get this: they called each other "goose" (the guy) and "trim" (the girl). the fuck! this is an snl sketch, not real life!
anyway, NEVER GO OUTSIDE.
