Paranoia I: Angus Nefarious

I took my mom out to a lovely Mother’s Day lunch at a steakhouse yesterday and we had a waiter that was very soft spoken and handsome, yet somehow you just know is secretly a serial killer. And the last time I went there, we had a waiter that oddly had the exact same bearing and hand gestures as my good friend from high school, Donald.

Donald are you out there? Are you still alive? They aren’t killing people at Black Angus, are they, and stealing their mannerisms while sizzling up juicy meat and maniacally shooting mashed potatoes out of a pastry bag?

-M.