Hello, my name is Sandi with an “i” and I hate ranch dressing more than Iraqis hate Americans.
As a recent graduate of Bowman’s Academy of Acting in the top 87% of my class, I decided to get a temporary job as a server with Dave at his dumb bar, but I am only working here until my talent agent gets me an audition to be the newest sister on the Kardashians.
Due to my hotness and razor sharp brain, I am definitely probably the best server you’ll ever meet. Just last week I brought extra napkins to a table who had ordered buffalo wings without them even asking and one of the guys told me, “Thanks, Sandi, you are awesome,” which I totally am.
Another reason I am such a good server is that I wear an apron with a dozen ballpoint pens lined up in the pockets and…
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