Yesterday at Hooters, after wings and Guinness, the waitress inexplicably asked if I wanted dessert. I said yes. No cappuccino? Then just a regular coffee with milk, please. They brought dessert with milk. Waiting for the coffee. Ten minutes later I ask why – they don’t have coffee at all. What the hell then was the dessert and milk for? She shrugged and took it away.
Hi, I'm Rauf Aliev. 