Fucker at Blue Moon

Dan and I stopped for dinner at one of our favorite restaurants in Chelsea, "Blue Moon", which is a truly scrumptious Mexican place. We were overjoyed to read the nametag on our waiter's shirt, which read, simply, "Fucker" in elegant cursive script. When he approached with the water pitcher, I complimented him on his nametag, and then asked him what his middle name was. He just grinned and waggled his eyebrows a few times. What a guy. Later he graciously agreed to be photographed.