We’re out of here Every Saturday evening, my boyfriend and I would go to a different restaurant for dinner. We tried all kinds of foods and never dined at the same place twice. One restaurant – we’ll call it Damian’s – had an unusual menu with duck, pheasant and things we had never tried. We were seated, given a pitcher of water, two glasses, and bread with butter on a beautifully decorated plate. The table was complete with linen cover, silverware, fresh flowers and a candle. When my boyfriend looked at the menu, he got a terrified look on his face. He told me the prices were too steep, and we could not afford to dine there. I told him not to worry; we could just get up quietly and slowly and walk out. In his panic, he checked his pockets to see how much money he had and inadvertently tucked the edge of the tablecloth into his pocket with his money. I’m sure you can guess what happened. Yes, water pitcher, glasses, candle, silverware, flowers, bread and butter went crashing everywhere as he got up from his seat to make our slow, quiet departure. Karen
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