I love my job. (really).

A bunch of 80 year old men thinking you're hot stuff because you wipe tables.

Mr. Overton: Kate! You married?
Me: Noope! Not for a whiiiile!
Mr. Overton: Got a boyfriend?
Me: Not today!
Mr. Overton: Wellp. Those West Virginia boys are going to be all over you!
Me: Ha ha. Well thank you, Mr. Overton!

Mr. Schlimik: Got a boyfriend, do you?
Me: Not today!
Mr. Schlimik: WEEEllllll!
Me: Good boys are hard to come by these days, you know!
Mrs. Schlimik: Yes! You are very right!
Mr. Schlimik: Well, I'll tell you a little secret. Forget the young ones... You need to marry a rich old man!!
Me: I'll definitely keep that in mind, Mr. Schlimik!

Mr. Bealt: Sure is a good thing you're learning those skills early! Make a good housewife!

Mr. Anderson: You sure keep things nice here! I'll take you at my house! You forget how much you take for granted when your wife dies!

My Boss: Didn't I just tell you to quit flirtin'!

Men never change. Independent, my ass.

Regardless - I love my 80 year old breakfast club.