For years I've been getting a terrific rotisserie chicken from a nearby restaurant. One night as I placed an order to go, I told the girl behind the counter, “I'll pick it up later. Do you want my name?” “Oh, no,” she said. “I've seen you come in here a lot.” Then she scribbled something on a piece of paper. Feeling flattered, I happily went out. When I grabbed my order, I glanced at her note on the bag: “Old man in the pink shirt.”
許多年來,我一直在附近的一家餐館里買美味的旋轉(zhuǎn)爐烤雞。一天晚上,我訂了一只雞要帶走。我告訴賬臺小姐:“我過一會兒來取。要不要留我的名字?”小姐說:“不用了。我經(jīng)??匆娔銇磉@兒?!比缓笏谝粡埣埳厦娌莶輰懥藥讉€字。我覺得受到了奉承,高高興興地走了。當(dāng)我回來取貨的時候,看到她貼在口袋上的紙條:“穿粉紅色襯衣的老頭。”