Smirking waitstaff intrude on a hot date between an IT support guy and an ancient statuette
I was smitten immediately. Those exotic robes, the sense of enigma and maturity… and she’s certainly statuesque.
Things were going well over the hors d’oeuvres. I was telling her about our local network server configuration and how the boot sequence works for the department’s Kubernetes set-up. She played it cool but I knew I had her attention.
When the main course arrived I heard the first faint giggle from the waitress. Those cheeky girls! If they have something to say about cross generational relationships they should say it to my face.
By now we were clasping hands and I was whispering the secrets of the data centre - how I wrote a suite of custom Ansible scripts to handle the remote mass storage via S3. Those dark eyes were staring directly into mine.
But the dark shapes at the back of the restaurant spoilt everything. Those obsequious waiters in their shiny suits and bow ties. They think they’ve seen it all, they think they can size up a situation at a glance. The sight of those oily pink faces with their condescending grins was just too much for me.
And that was when my pager went off…