Ok so my brother's girlfriend works at a pretty upscale japanese restaurant in NY .... this was about a year ago ...
anyway, she's workin and hey hey hey, SJ walks in with some older dude. Ok great, they want a table and order a bunch of tasty, if overpriced, sushi and whatever else. My bro's girl is hostess for the night and the table happens to be perfectly in her line of sight at all times. So about an hour goes by, they're done eating and just chillin with some sake ... my bro's girl is a SJ fan and is trying to figure a way to slip the hostess spot for a minute and just go see if everything was fine and to their liking just so she can say hi. Before she can do this she sees SJ get up from the table and head for the ladies room. So now she has to wait. And wait, and wait and wait and wait. 20 minutes goes by and finally SJ comes out and goes back to the table. My bro's girl is like "damn, what the hell was she doing in there that whole time?
she gets her answer in another minute when someone else walks in the ladies room, comes out about 10 seconds later and complains to her that there is something wrong in the bathroom, and could they take care of it. So, not sure exactly whats wrong, but getting a bad feeling about it, my bro's girl grabs one of the servers walking by and they both proceed to the ladies room. They go in and immediately wished they had not. SJ fucking BOMBED the ladies room so bad that the server chick almost puked on the spot, which would have only increased the killing power of the smell in the bathroom. They both walk out quickly and the server goes to get someone to sanitize the bathroom. My bro's girl looks to the table where SJ was but they had already paid and were gone.
SJ totally pulled a deadly ninja bomb shit and ran out of the restaurant before anyone could pin it on her.
like a true ninja
perfect place to be one too
thats my SJ story
since then, well, I both admire and envy Ryan Reynolds, and pity him
(and make me horny)
