After lying on the beach sipping pina coladas all afternoon yesterday I asked my sweet Indian waiter for my bill.
He smiled and started writing on a small piece of paper, then turned and handed it to me.
"Here is your bill," he said.
I looked at the paper and smiled. It said, "I love you so much. You have such a beautiful smile. Please come back for drinks later and don't ever stop smiling."
Unfortunately I didn't have time to return in the evening, but I will someday. I promise.
I really love it here.
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What a coincidence, I'm expecting full payment on that exact same charge upon you're return to the States.
Don't make me get a loan shark, Punky.
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