>>5137237Watching you eat with a proud look on their face, your employer returns to the head of the table. “There was an article I read the other day… before all of <span class="mu-i">this</span> happened, mind you.” Sonny explains, gesturing to the bunker around you. “A man and his wife went to his college friend’s restaurant–seafood, I believe, quite upscale. According to the author, the couple would visit the restaurant once a month.”
You blink as you stuff some more lobster into your mouth. Soundsh ‘spenshif!
“Not for them, no,” Sonny continues with a shake of their head. “Being friends, the owner of the restaurant wouldn’t <span class="mu-i">DREAM</span> of taking their money–if they paid with card, he’d have it declined. If they left some cash, he’d run after them and return it! Can you imagine?”
There <span class="mu-i">is</span> a picture forming in your head, yea! It’s kinda like you crashing on Syb’s couch!
“Exactly! Knowing their friend would refuse payment, the couple tried to order light–two waters, a basket of bread, and maybe an entree to split. Only fair, right?” A singular stifled chuckle escapes your boss’ mouth as if they remembered something funny. “But wouldn’t you know it–the waiters would take the order, as they should, then return with a plate of lobster for the mister, a seafood linguine for the lady, and a bottle of the finest malbec for them both! Uncorked, of course!”
Grabbing some more mashed potatoes, your eyelids start to grow a little heavy–is there a <span class="mu-i">point</span> to this?
“There <span class="mu-i">MIGHT</span> be!” Sunny chirps with a conspiratorial wink! “This became their routine, you see–an unspoken ritual…” Wistfully looking to the starry ceiling, the boss takes another long breath from their mask. “Anyways, here’s the good part–ready?”
Errr, you mutter as you drag some brussel sprouts through a smidgen of melted butter on your plate, go for it!
“One night, as they did countless times before, the couple came into the restaurant looking for their monthly meal. The friends hugged, a table was set, and before anyone could reach for a wallet, the food was served: I don’t need to remind you what they got, do I?”
Better act like you remember… Nope!
“Naturally! Like clockwork, the feast began-the man with his lobster, the woman with her pasta, and both sipping the wine.”
Another stifled laugh. What’s their <span class="mu-i">deal?!</span>
“So they ate. And drank. And talked. AND laughed. And it was only after the couple had returned home and prepared for bed when the woman found her beau lingering in the restroom… care to guess why?”
You dunno… <span class="mu-r">DIARRHEA?</span>
“Close, but no cigar, Stanley–not that you could get it on the first try!”
Dang it!
>CONTD. 