SOUP YOU, SIR
SCENE: INT: RESTAURANT. EVENING.
A FAMILY (HUSBAND, WIFE, SON AND DAUGHTER) ARE SITTING AT A TABLE WAITING FOR THEIR MEAL. A YOUNG WAITER APPROACHES WITH A SOUP TERRINE AND COMMENCES TO LADLE SOUP OVER THE HEAD OF EACH PERSON. STILL SITTING, THE DAD BECKONS THE MAITRE D' OVER.
MAITRE D':What can I do for you, sir?
DAD: What?! Is it not obvious?
MAITRE D':And what is sir actually complaining of?
DAD: What sort of establishment is this? Are you all barbarians?
MAITRE D'
ir!
DAD: Not once did your incompetent buffoon of a waiter offer salt or pepper.
MAITRE D':I shall sack him at once, sir.
MAITRE D' CLICKS HIS FINGERS AT TWO LARGE GENTLEMEN IN DARK SUITS AND POINTS AT THE WAITER THEN THE EXIT.
DAD:I should think so.
IN THE BACKGROUND THE MEN APPROACH THE WAITER AND THEY BEGIN WRESTLING WHILST THE MATRE D' AND THE DAD CONTINUE THEIR CONVERSATION.
MAITRE D':Never in my 24 years of waiting...
DAD:It's the schools
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