I went out to breakfast at a diner this morning. A cute young lady was working as a hostess. She was mainly getting peoples drinks when they first sat down, and running the register, stuff like that. She musta been kinda new. She kept saying "sorry" as she passed the waitresses, probably feeling like she was in the way. Anyway, she said sorry for the umpteenth time as she passed a waitress named Beth. Beth playfully grabbed her arm, and told her she was going to tickle her to death if she said sorry one more time. "Oh, sorry," she relied out of habbit. Beth said "that's it," and backed her into a nearby corner with a grin on her face. Beth wrapped her hands around the young lady's waist and started tickling her. The young lady burst into giggly fits of laughter, squirming all around. "My belly, my belly, it tickles!" she squealed through her laughter. "I told you I was going to tickle you," Beth replied, tickling her to the point of silent laughter. Beth stopped at that point to let her catch her breath.