Drawing 34
2002-03-11
Waitress, quick, stop making eye contact with me. It'll look suspicious. (Pause) No need for a menu, I've pre-planned my dinner. There exists a problem, though. All I have left to tip you with is seventeen cents. We can find a way around this unpleasantness, however, just you listen. (Pause) At the strike of eight-thirty, go into the kitchen and steal one chicken Caesar salad. Give this to me, and I'll transform it into a fair tip. I have a… buyer.
MAN IN WINDOW:
(Waves)