From what I’ve heard, she doesn’t even bother to remember the names of her dates. Her conversations go like this:
“What are you going to order Greg?”
“I don’t know what Greg is ordering. My name is Brad.”
“Oh … *sly snicker* I’m sorry. I’m horrible with names. What are you going to have, Brad?”
“I think I may have the 12oz sirloin.”
“Mmmm … sounds delicious.”
Waiter comes up to the table.
“May I get you two something to drink”
“I’ll have a dirty martini, please. What are you having Fred?”
*sigh*