Alice’s Restaurant
“I’d like the French toast please, with strawberry jam,”
“I’m sorry, sir, there’s no jam today.”
“Yesterday you said there’d be jam today.”
“Your pardon, sir, I said that we have jam every other day.”
“So you did. ‘Jam yesterday and jam tomorrow,’ you said. ‘But never jam today.’”
“Exactly, sir.”
“Well, how about the mushroom omelet, then?”
“Can’t recommend the mushrooms myself, sir, though they do have a following amongst a portion of our clientele.”
“Waffles, it is.”
“Right away, sir. Oh, the syrup’s crawled off again. I’ll fetch more.” The waitress faded out slowly, leaving only her smile.
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