Moto (some of the cups are actually wine glasses) right before the waiter told Vicki and me that it was “last call for this table.” He was all worried we would hog his table sharing one glass of white wine at a time. As if the girl next to us talking about her thesis on “the black man and the ape in popular culture” was going to tip soooo much more. Whatever; all his facial hair was the same length. Get out of Brooklyn, you fucking nonhipster.
2 years ago