The waiter brings us a little amuse bouche of fruit smoothie in adorable tall shot glasses. Highly collectible glasses…if you know what I mean. (If you don’t, read my story A Red Marble Sink and you’ll understand why my sister gets nervous around me and labeled glasses.) In a place that charges $15 for a glass of orange juice, the glass should come with it…right?
So I’m eyeing the cute glass when Gay gives me a blistering stink eye. I jokingly slide it across the table towards my lap.
“Don’t. You. DARE.”
As we’re giggling about it, the waiter flits by and whisks the glasses off the table.
Gay snorts and says, “Ha Ha! You’re too late!”