“Excuse me, I am very certain that the chicken in my entrée was absent. However, I do not want the chicken anymore because the beef and pork were plentiful and delicious. But, if you could assure me that the next customer who orders this mixed-meat entrée is insured against not having the chicken, then I will be most happy.”
The waitress smiled and I cut off any chance of response, “May I buy you a drink?”
“Well, I can’t now. I’m working."
“I’m not talking about now, silly."
"I can get you a drink because I'm the waitress here."
"Fine. I'll take a pen and a napkin, with a couple ice cubes and gin on the side."
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