"Good evening", the matire d' said.   "Table for four?"

"Yes, thank you".

"Smoking or non"?


"Would you prefer to dine indoors or outdoors this evening"?

"I guess indoors would be good".

"Very well, Sir", he said.  "Would you like to be seated in the main dining room, the enclosed patio or our lovely solarium"?

"Uh, let me see ... uh .."

"I can give you a table with a lovely view in our lovely solarium".

"I think the solarium would be lovely", I said.  We followed him there.

"Now, would you prefer a view overlooking the golf course, the sunset on the lake or the majestic mountains to the west"?

"Whatever you recommend", I said.  Let him make a decision for a change, I thought.  He sat us by a window facing the golf course, the lake or the mountains.  I couldn't tell which because it was dark outside.  Then a young man, better dressed and better looking than any of us, presented himself at our table.  "Good evening, my name is Paul, and I'll be your waiter this evening.  Would you like a few minutes before I take your order"?

"No", I said, "I am just a meat and potato guy, so I'll have the filed mignon and baked potato".

"Soup or Salad"?


"We have a mixed-green salad, hearts of palm or a very fine endive salad with baby shrimp".

Just a mixed-green salad, okay?"

"Whatever you say, Sir, Dressing"?

I didn't want to make another decision.  "Whatever you've got will be fine".

We have creamy Italian, Bleu Cheese, Vinaigrette, Thousand island, honey Dijon, Ranch......

"Just bring me one. Surprise me".

"Creamy Italian is our house specialty.  Would that be all right, Sir"?

"Yeah", I was curt.   I was done with civility.

"And your baked potato......."

I knew it was coming.   "I just want a baked potato dry, you understand?  I don't want anything on it".

"No butter? No sour cream?"


"No Chives"?

"No! Don't you understand English?", I shouted. "I don't want anything on it.  Just bring me a baked potato and a steak".

"Would you prefer the six-, eight-, or 12-ounce steak, sir"?


"Would you like that rare, medium, medium well or well done? Or, if you prefer, we can butterfly it for you......."

"Pauly Boy", I said, "You  are really starting to get me steamed".

"Which brings up the vegetables, Sir, Would you like steamed broccoli, creamed corn, saut'eed zucchini, diced carrots".

"That did it.  I threw my napkin on the floor, stood up, put my face Right in his arrogant kisser and said, "How'd you like to settle this outside"?

"Fine with me, Sir.   Would you prefer the parking lot, the side alley or the street in front of the restaurant"?

"I prefer right here", I said, and sucker-punched him.

He ducked, then encountered with a left hook right under my eye.  It was the First time all night he hadn't offered me a selection.  I collapsed, semiconscious, into my chair, as someone in authority rushed over an berated Pauly.  I felt my tie being loosened, my collar unbuttoned, hands slapping my face.  When I regained my senses, I saw the very concerned matire d' right in front of my nose.  He apologized and offered to buy me a drink, call the paramedics -- whatever I wanted.

"No, no", I said.   I'll be all right.  Just bring me the glass of water".

"Yes, Sir, right away", he said.  "Would you prefer imported mineral water, sparkling water or club soda with a twist of lime"?





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