Going out with a group of people? There's always a risk of someone in your party acting in an embarrassing way. Maybe it's the way your friends drink too much or the way your girlfriend laughs too loudly. For me, it's the way a certain person I know has no social boundaries. None. Personal space? Pshaw. Who needs that? Complimenting someone on weird things (I do mean body parts)? Totally fine.

This is not always a terrible thing. She is the sweetest lady on the planet, but at times she's completely unaware of her faux pas. For instance, she once complimented one of my older sister's friends on the perkiness of her boobs. She also gets really close to people's faces to talk to them. All of these pale to her sometimes creepy attention to servers at restaurants, though. She really loves the servers.

On Friday, we all went to Chili's and happened to get a very friendly waitress (which is not the norm in this particular Chili's). She had a very long ponytail that was sectioned off into several braids. Every time she came to our table, the compliments and questions about the hair increased. Apparently, she was growing it out for Locks of Love, and HER HUSBAND (she kept bringing it up, all caps, because I think she may have thought this person was hitting on her) wanted her to see how long she could get it before chopping it off.

Now, we all know that when one is waiting tables, there is a limited amount of time that can be spent at one table, or it throws off your timing with the kitchen. Unaware of this, my friend kept making conversation with our waitress. Every time we got a tea refill, the waitress got a compliment on the food, or her hair, or her attitude. Every time. If you know me and the iced tea, you know that's a lot.

Finally we got to the end of the meal, with our poor waitress still smiling and being friendly, but obviously trying not to stop at our table any more than she had to. Our table-mate, however, was not discouraged; no, she had one more big compliment in store. She went for the triple-threat: Best service ever, pretty AND nicest hair-grower for Locks of Love. "Tee hee...thank you so much!" said our server, and rushed away from the table as quickly as she could. (Yeah, she did the perky tee hee, but it was a sort of perky/scared tee hee so I won't make fun of her.)

The moral of the story: Be nice to your waitress, but not so nice that she worries about having to stop and get a restraining order on her way home from work.