George and Mildred went out for the first time in years. George picked out a small romantic restaurant in the city. The staff seemed nice and the food was good. The only thing that bothered George were the god-awful blue curtains.
They were in the middle of the main course when George started pushing something around his plate, “Waiter!” He yelled completely uninhibited.
The waiter quickly rushed towards their table smiling politely, “What seems to be the problem?” He whispered trying hard to stay discrete.
But George wasn’t a discrete person as he continued shouting for everyone to hear, “There is a hair in my meal. And I think we can all deduce it isn’t my hair!” Said George showing to his bald head.
The waiter tried to calm him down, “Please sir, there is no need to make a scene. I assure you we can sort this—”
“No! I’m making a scene? Me? Look at those ugly curtains, you’re making a scene yourself. I don’t know why in god’s name did I choose this place.”
The waiter persisted, “Please sir, if you could just—”
“No! I refuse to be silenced!” George shouted and got up swiftly, “I demand to speak to the chef!”
“Oh sir, I’ll talk to the chef. I’ll tell them you’re not happy.”
George pondered for a few moments then screamed, “No! You will sugar coat it. It can’t be sugar coated. The chef must hear it straight-up and take it like a man!”
“But sir, the chef is a woman, and please if you could just calm down. We’ll give you a free desert.”
George didn’t have any of this. He pushed the waiter to the side and made a run for the kitchen door. The waiter regained his balance and blocked his way.
“Now now boy, get out of my way. I’m no liberal pacifist. I’ve been to war you know. I’ve seen some action—”
Mildred interrupted her husband, “But dear you worked in the warehouse there.”
“Silence woman! I’ve seen action and I’m not afraid of some pompous waiter. I demand to speak to the chef now!”
Just as George finished his sentence a woman burst through the kitchen door. She was two heads taller than George and outweighed him by at least 50 pounds.
“You wanted to speak to me?” She said with a big kitchen roller in her right hand.
George swallowed his pride and looked to the floor, “No. Everything’s all right we were just leaving anyway.”
He went to the table and left a hundred, took Mildred by the arm and stormed out of there, but while he was standing in the door way he added, “This isn’t the last time we meet. I’ll come back. You haven’t got the best of me yet. You just wait!” And with that he went outside.