Upon approach of a table, arms full of searing hot plates and a whole branzino on a concrete slab platter, this gem of a human simply would NOT acknowledge that I was standing there asking him to MOVE HIS SHIT. Blackberry, Lexus key chain, leather folio, these obnoxious artifacts were sprawled out right where this funky fish with it's crazy dangly eyeball wanted to land. My wrist started droooooooping and blam. Whole fish on a bed of crotch, eyeball garnish, caper olive sauce to finish nicely.
As a lawyer entertaining important clients, he threw a FIT and demanded my head for ruining his suit, which could only have been made from unicorns judging by reaction. Whole HEAD! Yum. Thinking back, it really couldn't have happened to a more deserving guy.
Thank you to the bitchy waiter, his thought provoking question of the day brought this memory howling from the memory vaults in all of it's fishy glory. And thank you to Stephen Starr for the carpal tunnel ;)
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