Our Waiter was a Roach

When I saw our waiter I lost my appetite Oh, come on said my husband don’t be so uptight! He is a roach, I said, he could serve without his head. They can run around for days, before they are dead. This one has his head, and he has a great smile. Just order soup – maybe the mushroom or crocodile. I could not bear to eat after seeing the server arrive. Especially when his tentacles took a little dive. They came up flipping soup at the crowd. Oh my gosh! I yelled, and I yelled it loud. My husband said Don’t be so persnickety! But I could not help feeling annoyed said Lee. I ran from the restaurant and stayed inside. It might be the last time I ever venture outside. So whom did door dash send to bring me my next meal? A roach dragging along his left foot and heel.