bill-swift - April 17, 2007
If you're goal in life is to touch Lindsay Lohan's breasts (and whose isn't?), then you should probably take some pointers from Mr. Waiter Guy over here. This guy definitely knows hot to seize an opportunity.
Here's how I imagine what transpired (written in movie script format):
INT. Orso restaurant. Day.
Oh no, the Paparazzi are outside, and I'm all by myself.
How will I ever get to my car.
Lindsay overacts, playing the scene like she was actually in a
movie, and not real life. Even though this is a movie script,
but it's actually real life. She cannot make a distinction.
She is a bad actress.
A waiter walks up to her table.
I'll help you, Lindsay! Follow me.
Oh thank you. I'll totally sleep with you if you
help me get to my car. Because that's what I do.
Totally unnecessary, Ma'am.
I'm just doing my job. Here we go!
EXT. Orso Restaurant. Day (continued)
The pair step out into the chaos of the swarming paparazzi.
The waiter shields Lindsay from their deadly flash bulbs.
Now's my chance. Just a light graze of
Lindsay's breast as I "shield" her from
the paparazzi. (laughing to himself)
Close up: The waiter's hand brushes against Lindsay Lohan's breast.
Lindsay Lohan (voice-over)
I think that waiter just touched my breast.
I must marry him.
I wonder if he thought my tan was fake.
Lindsay Lohan gets in her car and drives away.
The waiter High-Fives a paparazzi.
END SCENE - Circle wipe onto High-Five.
Yup. That's exactly how it happened.
Photo credit: Flynet
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