Eating Habits

The mid-meal check: I hate it. There you are, eating out, munching through your payday, you get to that point of the meal where you've got a bit lazy, a bit tired, you're not cutting the food into quite small enough forkfuls, and you shove a too-big-bite into your mouth. Hey-ho, a waiter comes running up- is everything ok sir? -'mhmfh?' -with your food sir, everything ok? -'wyne fthwankooo.' Why do they do this?! I'm eating! I have a mouthful of food! It's rude to talk with your mouth full! And damnit my chips are cold!!! That's the burn you see, they wait 'til you're disabled and have no comeback. Chips too cold, ice-cream lukewarm? Too bad, your cakehole is shut fast and by the time you can speak they've gone. Soon I'll break baby, oh soon baby soon. I'll spit my food on the floor, on the plate, on my hands and say 'I'm terribly sorry, I was in the middle of something, but this is just too important to wait.'