As I sit here blogging this, I am waiting for my curry foam shapes, beads rice and cup of air.
The cook is busy cleaning because I said the restaurant is too dirty for me to eat comfortably. The waiter, in the meantime, is insisting I let her paint my nails.
After a while, the waiter brings over a bag. In it is a Polly Pocket and Shrek’s Donkey. Out of curiosity, I ask.
“Why is the waiter serving me toys?”
Not missing a beat, the cook says, “Because she is trying to distract you from the dirty restaurant.”