When the waiter came over for a “how is your meal” query, I said nothing but simply showed him the problem by attempting to cut the steak. He said nothing, but immediately whisked it away, holding it at some distance from his body, as though he were carrying a large, aromatic, steaming turd, and made haste to the kitchen.
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