Quaker Steak and Lube- Council Bluffs Iowa
 

Awesome restaurant. They're themed to the hilt man. Looks like a service station from the outside, green and black paint. Lots of car memorabilia, NASCAR chassis hanging from the roof, they give you WARM moist toilettes and Twizzlers after dinner. Their steak's not so great, but their burgers are awesome. They serve beer in these "lube tubes" that look like old transparent gas pumps and probably hold around two gallons with a spigot on bottom. Prices are good.



I was in there today, there was a new-hire waitress in "training" named Jillian. Total cutie.

I wanted to keep eye oogling Jillian, so I kept drinking water. Typically I drink a lot of water, and never have I had a waitress keep up with my water intake. But Jillian was on top of things; I'd finish a drink of water, and then she'd be right there to ask if I wanted more, and so I'd have a chance to eye oogle her.

So naturally I kept drinking more and more water, and she was always right there.




I peed twice in the restaurant and four times in the past hour since I've gotten home. I'll probably continue to pee until midnight tonight, I'm water inebriated due to having all electrolytes flushed out of my system and I'll probably get diabetes.


Totally worth it, because Jillian is the most awesome waitress I've ever had. I wrote her a message on one of my business cards telling her that and slipped it under the receipt that I have her a $10 tip on for a $9 burger.

I'm smoooooooth, eh?

good god man LMAO lol

did you leave her your number? and hope that her boyfriend dosen't call you..... been there done that....

BTW the Quaker Steak and Lube in Newport News Virginia is perty good too.... they have big beer mugs....

Yes it is Ben.... When we going again?

i dono..... i got to get some customers that need stuff fixed and i'll be up there.....

That's the joy of business cards. They all have my name, number and email address on them, but without me having to write it on them... So it's not like I'm giving her my number, it's like I'm just writing her a message and it was the only convenient piece of paper I had and it's just a coincidence that my number is on it. And it's also a way of subtly saying, "yeah babe, I got a job where I'm important enough to have my own business cards."


Now, unfortunately my boss is an Irish micromanager who recently decided not to let us field service workers have our personal cell numbers on our cards, because in his words, [leprechaun]"there are too many conversations going on that I don't know about where be me lucky charms." [/leprechaun] I am entirely opposed to his decision because usually the plant manager wants my cell for direct contact when I arrive on site, I have to write my cell number on all of my daily service reports anyways, there's nothing keeping me from giving them my cell number anyways, our corporate phone tree is horrible, and it's tacky to have to write my cell on the back of my business card when I give it to somebody.


But there's a slight silver lining in his myopic decision in that now when I give my card to a cutie or somebody else they call the office, ask for my name at the operator and then get forwarded to my (the field service department's) secretary. So not only do the ladies that call the number on my card get "my" secretary and then think I'm even more important than I actually am, but now the secretary is getting inundated with non-work-related people calling looking for me, and eventually I figure that my boss will get annoyed enough that I'll get to go back to having my cell number on my cards.


Now this reminds me of what happened last night... I was instant messaging that girl who rejected me because I loved her more than the God she knew, and we're talking about philosophy, physics and psychology and what-not when she says something along the lines of, "gotta go out truck shopping, my husband wants to buy a Diesel, talk to you later".

And I go, "woah woah woah, I'm somewhat well versed in Diesel trucks".

She responds, "oh yeah, do you have any advice? He wants a Powerstroker".

And I think, "My God I hate these people". But I tell her to avoid the '03's and '04's and that, since they're looking to move to Idaho, the Cummins is a much better cold-starting engine and is easier to maintain, although it's arguable that it has a weaker drivetrain. And so on and so forth.

And then she says that her husband likes my truck and wants to know if I have any pictures of it.

And I think, "My God I hate these people".

So I give them the address to DieselBombers and the few other sites I post to. (If anybody starts posting around here asking about buying a Powerstroke and throwing my name around, please pretend that I don't exist and don't give them the Badlands password...)

So she leaves and I go to bed, get right into that juicy REM sleep and about fifteen minutes into it she texts me, "did you say to avoid '05 and older trucks or to look for an '05 and newer?" I get all woke up, respond that "'05's are okay, but I'd recommend at least considering a Cummins" before I nestle back into my pillow and think, "My God I hate these people".

I will always love her, but I sure would be really be happy if Jillian calls or emails me so I'd have somebody else to think about...

I have to agree there

and I need a secretary lol

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Do you really think she will call you after you peed in the restaurant twice? :w2: That's real smooooooth.

Why wouldn't she? Whenever I'm in a restaurant with a woman she goes to the restroom approximately ever 5-10 minutes. :humm: