FROM MY BORGATA FILE
Went for salads for lunch.
Amusing incident happened.
F said he’d buy the beer. He got hot stuff from the Japanese grill. We all got salads. (Ain’t I being dietetic? You’ll see when I am but a wisp of a boy. A figment of my former self.)
The guy at the Japanese grill told him that “no one sold beer in the food court”.
So F naturally believed him and bought what M calls “a fountain drink”.
A big one.
(Nice profit for the Japanese grill. Wonder if they have sales incentives for the shift? You’ll see why I ask that.)
Being a know-it-all, I went to the Philly Steak Sandwich place to confirm. Sure they still sold it.
Back at the table, F was annoyed. We razzed him about not wanting to pay for the beer.
I translated the “Japanese” for him: “I don’t sell beer and I don’t care what you want!”.
Everyone laughed.
ROFL!
ROFL?
OK, I guess you had to be there.
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Reinke Faces Life 
Had to be there? I was there! Not funny…
Signed, “F” :-)
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