*Get Your Paws Off Me!*

I am about to head to Branson in a few minutes, and I have about five minutes to kill.

Yesterday at Senior Tequila I had this creepy waiter who would put his hand on my back every time he came by our table. The first time I literally jumped outta my seat, because it was outta nowhere, and freaked me out! I mean...nobody comes up and touches my back hardly at all. It's kind of a touch that a fiance would give his wife-to-be. Not a waiter/waitee relationship!I got to the point where I tried not to drink my drink, just so the creepstah wouldn't come and touch my back!!!! That is my back! Why was his hand on it?! YIKES!!!! So he did it again and when he left I turned to my friend and said"How do you say 'GET YOUR PAWS OFF ME' in espanol?!?!" lol Do I LOOK like a free for all?!?!?!

That is all. Goodbye for now.