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it was her pink hair, of course. i couldn't quite stop staring. thank ghod we were seated so i had full view over the kitchen region where she would quick-step in to perform her waitress duties. i forced myself to concentrate on the vulgar cheese as it stretched relentlessly, endlessly, excessively, from its calzone nest. not working.

bounce bounce bounce --i follow her pink tails as she pass-- bounce bounce bounce. i realise she must think i'm stalking her with my stares. alas. we leave. i catch a last glimpse through the street window. sigh. i can't stand it any longer, it's obvious...

I NEED TO DYE MY HAIR!!!

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[tangent: what is the deal with the payday candy bars? i honestly thought it was a production error when i unwrapped one and found those naked peanuts clinging to the sticky caramel stuff. a candy bar with no chocolate? who the hell thought that up? i felt obscene eating it, and wasteful as the peanuts came loose and fell to the ground. insane. naked candy bars. sheesh.]