The Dinner

i am sitting with a very important client who sells pancakes mostly.

i see my agency colleagues and our client all around a round table but nobody brought Excalibur. The seats are old and dated with red leather and “buttons” of a cheap plated yellow. This is the T-Rex Cafe and it is very old. An equally old woman approaches with a server book

[Shakes] very slow and elderly waitress What don’t you want?

[BILL] I’m sorry, but did you just ask if I didn’t want something?

[Shakes] sighing Yes. Here at the T-Rex Cafe we only serve roast T-bone T-Rex. One time, some jerk from Oz asked for Winkie-On-A-Stick. We don’t have Winkie-On-A-Stick! T-bone T-Rex, baked potato, and a choice of either green eyeballs or corn-on-the-cob.

[Shakes] pausing and mildly put upon So, either you don’t want the green eyeballs, or you don’t want the corn-on-the-cob. Which is it?

[BILL] I do not want green eyeballs.

[CLIENT] I just love this place. I do not want the eyeballs either.

[Shakes] nods her approval and writes down on the server book’s pad.

[Manyfeek] What kind of ::OBSCENITY REDACTED:: restaurant is this?

[Shakes] annoyed Sounds like eyeballs for you ::OBSCENITY REDACTED::…

[Shakes] continuing after shutting down [Manyfeek] by a power word:GLARE. T-Rex T-Bone is cooked medium rare.

[CLIENT] Could I get mine cooked…

[Shakes] continuing after shutting down [CLIENT] by a power word:GLARE. That ’twernt a question. T-Bone cooked MEDIUM RARE. You boys need an ice tea?

[Full table] nodding.

[Shakes] writing down Three iced teas.

[Shakes] This is the best of all possible ways to get an order out of three assholes in a jiffy.