Cruelty to WaitersA Story by Detective Watts
"Oh, so I see your little restaurant has a little theme going, a NOT ENOUGH TABLES THEME!"
"Sir, if you'd just calm down I can-" "I'll do nothing of the sort! Now, I may have a few eccentricities. I never, for instance; eat any food that begins with the letter F, like chicken, but I still deserve the same attention as the rest of your guests and, by god, if I don't get it a storm of angry letters will be sent!" "Sir, please, this is insane, you can't expect us to just-" "Insane? Only the poor have time for sanity my good man! I, good sir, hereby take my leave of you AND this diabolic establishment of yours!" "Sir, if you'd just wait for a minute I can get you-" "A minute? You expect me, a potentially paying customer, to spend a minute of his life, to trudge a minute closer to death, for a mere table? And you good sir lecture ME about sanity? Farewell good sir, may you rot in the deepest pits of hell" "Please...Sir?" The waiter called after the man, but, alas; the time has passed and audacity had left him. He went to the bathroom to cry. © 2010 Detective WattsAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on December 11, 2010 Last Updated on December 13, 2010 AuthorDetective WattsWollongong, NSW, AustraliaAboutI can now be found -------------------------------------------------------------- http://www.writerscafe.org/Lincoln%20Bey -------------------------------------------------------------- ^^^^.. more..Writing
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