Terrifying and beautiful. I’ll take both, thanks.
“Please, Sir, may I order? Can I have a dish of fear, a dish of dare and a dish of beauty, please?
You know Sir, the other day I went to a restaurant all by myself. I was not really hungry, but really hungry I was. (Not for food.) So, I ordered. I ordered- as I just did- a dish of fear, a dish of dare and a dish of beauty (please). And the waiter looked straight into my eyes and said to me: ‘Do you think my dear lady that if we had these dishes you ask for that I would be working here?’ And then he laughed and left and I left too. So here I am dear Sir, ready to order a dish of fear, a dish of dare and a dish of beauty- please.”
“My dear sweet lady, really, do you think that if we had these dishes that you ask for that I would be working here?” he said. And then he laughed and left and I left too.
Still, very hungry. Very hungry. Indeed.
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