falls short of both.
I did not have to eat and sit in there to deduce that, Watson.
'Hello, may I have a business card?', I inquired politely from a sitting waitress. Friendly and upbeat, she was the best part of the restaurant I have encountered that day. She stopped short and her mouth dropped open. 'A..business card?...' she mouthed looking at me with surprise, adding a spread hand gesture to the presentation. 'Yes, a BUSINESS CARD,' I clarified, getting quiet impatient (with two pressing appointments, a load of work to accomplish with limited 45 minutes in the library and a generally hectic and busy schedule spending so much time chatting and exchanging was not something I planned for nor had the allocated time for.). I waited. The waitress thought. 'Here, we got a menu', she grabbed a menu from a pile by the register and passed on to me. A bulky many inched thing ackwardly protruded and looked at me unfriendly. I looked back at it, with equal displeasure and thought about how many times I will need to fold that thing to place it in my wallet. Having decided against such option (the wallet space is limited), I insisted upon the business card. The waitress made big eyes and said that they did not carry such a thing. I inquired if they were new to the scene. 'Oh no,' the waitress happily announced, 'we've been around for a while!' 'Oh, I see,' I muttered as I existed Euro Diner's premises with a menu sticking out of my hand.
I was dissapointed, I must say.
About Me
- Speaker for the fearful
- " There is a principle which is a bar against all information, which is proof against all arguments and which cannot fail to keep a woman[or man]in everlasting ignorance- that principle is "Contempt prior to investigation!"