“This is unacceptable.” The woman waved a hand to draw my attention away from the suspicious heap of meat. And wow, that was a mighty big pile of grilled chicken sitting on top, which the other woman was eating at maximum speed as though she could make it disappear before my poor waitress brain calculated the disparate mass. Streaks of creamy sauce smeared the plate’s edge. I knew, because I’d seen the busboy carrying it. The pasta did in fact display a shocking lack of poultry, considering it had arrived at her table with an entire grilled chicken breast. “My pasta has no meat,” she declared in the tones of an offended Victorian governess. I forced a polite smile as the woman at table six snapped her thick fingers even though I was already hurrying toward her, a tray of drinks weighing down my arm. Keeping a job involves a few simple rules: Arrive on time. The organization that regulates mythics and their activities Any resemblance to actual persons, places, or events is purely coincidental. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations for review purposes.
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