Saturday, 15. August 2009
Another Chick Flick
It happened that multimillionaire Flick was to celebrate a stag party with his huntsmen comrades. For this event he had chosen a traditional pub in Munich. And, of course, money was not an object. Therefore, the happy landlord had soon been successful in purchasing what ever was needed, and then all personnel was busily preparing for the big day.
A few evenings in advance, though, Flick personally entered the public house in order keep himself informed about the progress of the arrangements for the upcoming event. Eagerly the landlord served him a glass of liquor he knew Flick was very fond of. In his eagerness, though, the servile innkeeper wasn’t aware that the liquor should be served iced. Flick sipped, immediately put the glass down and said curtly: “There won’t be a party.”
At once, everyone was lamenting and crying, and almost went postal, helplessly trying to change the multimillionaire’s mind.
Only one waitress kept her balance, took hold of the warm liquor bottle, placed it, and a fresh glass, in a freezer and waited for a few minutes. Then she brought the tarnished bottle and the clouded glass back to the table, poured him another glass of liquor and said to Flick: “Please let me apologize, sir. Accidentally, you must have been served the wrong bottle.”
Flick took another sip, then drained the glass with a smile and said just as curtly: “There will be a party.”
At the festive event the young waitress was on duty again. And when, during that evening, she passed a certain table with a glass of red wine she was about to serve, one of the primed guests smacked her on her shapely bottom. The woman instantly chucked the wine in his face and continued working, ignoring this man from now on.
After some time, when the young waitress had already considered this matter closed, someone stopped her by grabbing her wrist. She whirled around and realised that Flick himself was holding her.
“You are going to sit down now”, he ordered. “And I will serve you for a change. What would you like?”
And there was no protest; she had to agree being served a cup of coffee by the multimillionaire. He then sat next to her and watched her enjoy the hot drink.
“You see”, he said with another smile. “I always notice who actually does the work. And I believe everyone pays the price. I guess this hunter comrade of mine has already learned that!”
A few evenings in advance, though, Flick personally entered the public house in order keep himself informed about the progress of the arrangements for the upcoming event. Eagerly the landlord served him a glass of liquor he knew Flick was very fond of. In his eagerness, though, the servile innkeeper wasn’t aware that the liquor should be served iced. Flick sipped, immediately put the glass down and said curtly: “There won’t be a party.”
At once, everyone was lamenting and crying, and almost went postal, helplessly trying to change the multimillionaire’s mind.
Only one waitress kept her balance, took hold of the warm liquor bottle, placed it, and a fresh glass, in a freezer and waited for a few minutes. Then she brought the tarnished bottle and the clouded glass back to the table, poured him another glass of liquor and said to Flick: “Please let me apologize, sir. Accidentally, you must have been served the wrong bottle.”
Flick took another sip, then drained the glass with a smile and said just as curtly: “There will be a party.”
At the festive event the young waitress was on duty again. And when, during that evening, she passed a certain table with a glass of red wine she was about to serve, one of the primed guests smacked her on her shapely bottom. The woman instantly chucked the wine in his face and continued working, ignoring this man from now on.
After some time, when the young waitress had already considered this matter closed, someone stopped her by grabbing her wrist. She whirled around and realised that Flick himself was holding her.
“You are going to sit down now”, he ordered. “And I will serve you for a change. What would you like?”
And there was no protest; she had to agree being served a cup of coffee by the multimillionaire. He then sat next to her and watched her enjoy the hot drink.
“You see”, he said with another smile. “I always notice who actually does the work. And I believe everyone pays the price. I guess this hunter comrade of mine has already learned that!”
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