Restaurant Rules

Why the menu disappear? When the waiter's standing here? Had it open

ten whole minutes. Now I suddenly can't read. These the rules. We don't write.

But we follow. Every night. At the table. Same routine. Restaurant rules.

You know what I mean. Huh. The menu for a while,

now I'm frozen, fake a smile. Say I'm still deciding but I been picked for

miles. Look at prices, nobody breathe. Er'body quiet. Nobody speak if

the room go silent fast you already know it's steep. Take one sip,

don't touch that glass. Wait till waiter walk right past. Touch your water