If someone could please explain to me what the hell is going on here, I'd appreciate it, thanks.
Not that I'm not used to waiting tables, but I was busy before I ended up, suddenly AND unexpectedly, waiting tables, I'm just glad I have good reflexes or someone would've ended up with a lapful of Rock & Roll French Fries.
I'm also kind of glad my car has one of those talking GPS things or I never would have known how to get home. This is my car and my house isn't it? I've got the keys...