Thursday, October 1, 2009

The head food runner headhunted from Australia

Sometimes I walk into my apartment building and can't believe I am a waitress. It's too amazing.

When people ask me what I'm doing in Amsterdam, I tell them that I was flown in to be a food runner at the restaurant I work in.

Imported all the way from Australia, because I am the best at delivering meals and clearing tables.

Ha ha.

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