"mama wants to order me a stack of shortcakes!"

this is an actual quote delivered by the hostess at the restaurant bob evans to MY HUSBAND. no joke! she totally hit on him when he was paying the bill. it's a tradition for us to go there every thursday morning for breakfast & this hostess sees us together every time. she knows that we walk in TOGETHER with our CHILD. but apparently my husband is too irresistible for her to hold herself back from showing her true feelings.

so ben went up to the front to pay our ticket. he had to take out his I.D. because on the back of his credit card he always writes "see I.D." the hostess told him that he looked good in his picture and the rest of the convo went a little somethin' sometin' like this:

ben: "well thanks, it was a long time ago when i was younger, better looking and less portly." (ben is not portly i might add but he always calls himself this)
hostess with the mostess: "oh no, you look like you're in great shape."
ben: (chuckling nervously) "well that's nice of you to say. could be better i guess."
hostess with the mostess: (leaning over the counter, giving ben her "bedroom eyes" i'm sure of it) "mama wants to order me a stack of shortcakes, you know what i mean!!"
ben: (well past uncomfortable at this point) "well it looks like you're searching for a tip too!"

end of conversation. ben came rushing back to the table saying "let's go. i have a story for you!" when we walked out the door she said goodbye, i didn't know what words had been swapped between the two of them or else i might have grabbed his rear end on our way out just to show her who was the proud owner of the 'short cakes.' let me tell you what though, next thursday morning, i'm showing up in my wedding dress and she won't know what hit her. back off my baby's daddy!