[A man walks into a restaurant, sits down, picks up a menu]
[A waitress approaches:]
"Hi there. What can I get you?"
[still perusing the menu:]
"Hm. Well, I'm really in the mood for a desert of some kind. Maybe chocolate cake or... what kind of deserts do you have here?"
"I think you mean to say 'dessert', not 'desert'."
"What do you think I am -- a moron? I certainly know the difference between a desert and a dessert. I want a desert. Chocolate cake, lemon tort, coffe cake, apple pie. You know, a desert."
"Ah, well, we have a peach cucumber cobbler and-"
"Sounds disgusting."
"And, uh, we also have a crème brûlée, and a--"
"That one. Take me to your crème brûlée."
"Great. I'll bring it right to you."
"What? I think you mean 'I'll bring you right to it', not 'I'll bring it right to you."
"I'm sorry, sir, what?"
"How the heck would you bring the whole desert to me? You said you have a crème brûlée desert, and I want you to bring me and my camels to it right now."
"Oh... uh, I'm sorry sir. There must have been a misunderstanding. I thought you meant 'dessert'."
"If I had wanted a dessert I would have said so!"
"Yes sir, of course sir. I don't know what I was thinking. Right this way."
[She leads the man and his three camels through the kitchen and out the back door to a small garden where the restaurant grows herbs and greens in raised beds. There's a little patio of red brick with a couple of chairs and tables (each with an umbrella sticking out of the middle of it). The man looks around.]
"Hey... this is pretty nice."
"Oh yes, it's great in the summer. We get a lot of our menu right out of those boxes."
"Mm."
[The waitress then goes to the back of the garden, the part that borders the old derelict alley, overgrown with weeds, grass, and ivy. She comes back with 5 long cottony cat tails, which she then arranges on the ground like a pentagon. The cat tails begin to grow and there is a sound like a teapot almost ready to sing. The man looks down at it and sees that the portal to the crème brûlée desert has opened. The waitress is holding his bill.]
"That will be eight dollars and ninety-five cents."
"Is gratuity included?"
"No."
"Good."
[A waitress approaches:]
"Hi there. What can I get you?"
[still perusing the menu:]
"Hm. Well, I'm really in the mood for a desert of some kind. Maybe chocolate cake or... what kind of deserts do you have here?"
"I think you mean to say 'dessert', not 'desert'."
"What do you think I am -- a moron? I certainly know the difference between a desert and a dessert. I want a desert. Chocolate cake, lemon tort, coffe cake, apple pie. You know, a desert."
"Ah, well, we have a peach cucumber cobbler and-"
"Sounds disgusting."
"And, uh, we also have a crème brûlée, and a--"
"That one. Take me to your crème brûlée."
"Great. I'll bring it right to you."
"What? I think you mean 'I'll bring you right to it', not 'I'll bring it right to you."
"I'm sorry, sir, what?"
"How the heck would you bring the whole desert to me? You said you have a crème brûlée desert, and I want you to bring me and my camels to it right now."
"Oh... uh, I'm sorry sir. There must have been a misunderstanding. I thought you meant 'dessert'."
"If I had wanted a dessert I would have said so!"
"Yes sir, of course sir. I don't know what I was thinking. Right this way."
[She leads the man and his three camels through the kitchen and out the back door to a small garden where the restaurant grows herbs and greens in raised beds. There's a little patio of red brick with a couple of chairs and tables (each with an umbrella sticking out of the middle of it). The man looks around.]
"Hey... this is pretty nice."
"Oh yes, it's great in the summer. We get a lot of our menu right out of those boxes."
"Mm."
[The waitress then goes to the back of the garden, the part that borders the old derelict alley, overgrown with weeds, grass, and ivy. She comes back with 5 long cottony cat tails, which she then arranges on the ground like a pentagon. The cat tails begin to grow and there is a sound like a teapot almost ready to sing. The man looks down at it and sees that the portal to the crème brûlée desert has opened. The waitress is holding his bill.]
"That will be eight dollars and ninety-five cents."
"Is gratuity included?"
"No."
"Good."
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