With all this rain and pestilence outside, I think it best we all take a break from these tales of service horror and refocus this drama with a kind bit of religious reading. And since I'm feeling a little wrath from the Old Testament at the moment, let us please open our books to Exodus 8:17.

Then Yahweh said unto Moses, "Go to Pharaoh and say to him, 'This is Yahweh's message: Let my people go to offer me worship, lest I smite thee down. If ye refuse to let them go, know that I will plague the whole of your land with restaurant managers.

The rivers will swarm with them in their bad suits and shitty ties; they will make their way into your studios, and crappy one bedroom walkups in Queens, onto your futon and IKEA furniture, into your ovens and onto your cutting boards. The restaurant managers will even climb all over you.

So Aaron stretched out his hand, over the waters, and the restaurant managers came up, and in a wave of horror...covered the land of Manhattan.

Slime beneath my feet...

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So tomorrow, we shall begin with a brand new waiter. A man of some curiosity. A black man, who waits tables in Manhattan, yet he is not gay. How many of THEM exist????
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