Sake

There's this Japanese restaurant called "Sake" about 2 minutes from our house. Every time we pass it I want to go try it. Erin never wants to go because there are no windows. That's what he says, but it's really because he's scared. You see, Erin is "tight" with his money. He wants lots o' food for little money. And he wants it to be tasty. Hard to please, I tell ya! So tonight we went on a date. We had no plans so I said "Lets go to Saki." Hesitantly, he agreed. The entrance was a little sketchy, but once inside he became Saki's newest regular. He loved it. It was quiet, the food was excellent, the price was good, and the Japanese servers were wearing cute little Japanese dresses. He couldn't stop talking about it. Well, he went to pay while I went to the ladies room. When I came out he kept complimenting the workers on how great of a restaurant they had. In the car I asked him how much the dinner was. He said "Oh, $47. I think our meal, though, was like $33..." If you can't do the math, my tight wad husband accidentally gave our server close to a 50% tip. He said she had a nice smile and a cute Kimono.