I went to dinner with C and M at a teriyaki place. The waitress there was super nice...but super weird. I've never seen an orange fro on a girl before...
We sit and C starts talking about how gross her uniform for work is. Not realizing there is a child only 2 tables away she drops the f bomb. Loudly. I can see the little girl and her mom in the reflection of the window. The girl has her hand covering her mouth and her mom looks angry. C hides her face and M laughs. The girl is still holding her hand over her mouth. For probably 3 minutes we sit awkwardly avoiding eye contact while the little girls stares right at C with her hand over her mouth in shock.
Then she says "I don't like bad words"
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