Current mood:

annoyed

Sans pain but not without pain
Today at Saul's, I grudgingly ordered a chicken noodle soup after deciding the salmon was a bit too rich for my blood at $4.50 an ounce. Upon receiving the soup - which was nothing more than a cube of boullion with some ramen noodles, a few limp carrots, and an angioplastic dose of vegetable oil - it was brought to my attention that the bread I was promised by the menu was conspicuously absent. Not wishing to allow the taste of the soup to be revealed by its tepidity, I decided to eat the fetid stew without the bread.

After several minutes, the waitress came around to ask us if we wanted anything else. "Does the soup come with bread?" I asked.
"I can get you some bread if you like," she answered.
"Ah, I see," I lied. "But does the soup come with bread?"
"Yes, but I usually don't bring out the bread unless the customer asks for it."
I let her continue, simply nodding my head in bewilderment.
"You see, I'm opposed to waste, so if you don't ask for it explicitly, I usually don't bring it."
"Well, can I have some bread now?" I asked, shuddering at the thought of dipping some dry rye bread into the lukewarm oilspill that was shimmering in front of me.
"Yes, would you like some now?"
"No, I don't want any now."