Mrs. Brunsteller

The waiter hands me back my bill and credit card, with a little reverent bow, and great seriousness: Thank you, Mrs. Brunsteller.

I humbly receive the items, doing a weird little bow myself, also with great seriousness. Thank YOU.

I sit there with my bill, wondering who paid it: Myself, or Mrs. Brunsteller, whoever and wherever and buried in how many furs she Is.

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