A few years ago I had breakfast with my friend Nir. I was trying to get the attention of the waiter, who ignored me completely, and so I turned to Nir - quite a large gentleman, with a shaved head – and asked for his help.
Nir raised one very large hand and in a bellowing voice shouted: "Waiter! Here! Now!"
And as if by magic, the waiter, looking rather nervous, materialised by our table. Nir turned to me and barked: "Order!"
And so it was that, after I ordered, and the frightened waiter...
Published on November 30, 2009 20:35