Бойцовский клуб

           Tylerandme,we’veturnedintotheguerrillaterroristsoftheserviceindustry. Dinnerpartysaboteurs. Thehotelcatersdinnerparties,andwhensomebodywantsthefoodtheygetthefoodandthewineandthechinaandglasswareandthewaiters. Theygettheworks,allinonebill. Andbecausetheyknowtheycan’tthreatenyouwiththepp,tothemyou’rejustacockroach. 

           Tyler,hedidadinnerpartyonetime. ThiswaswhenTylerturnedintoarenegadewaiter. Thatfirstdinnerparty,Tylerwasservingthefishcourseinthiswhiteandglasscloudofahousethatseemedtofloatoverthecityonsteellegsattachedtoahillside. Partofthewaythroughthefishcourse,whileTyler’srinsingplatesfromthepastacourse,thehostesscomesinthekitchenholdingascrapofpaperthatflapslikeaflag,herhandisshakingsomuch. Throughherclenchedteeth,Madamwantstoknowdidthewaitersseeanyoftheguestsgodownthehallwaythatleadstothebedroompartofthehouse?Especiallyanyofthewomenguests? Orthehost? 

           Inthekitchen,it’sTylerandAlbertandLenandJerryrinsingandstackingtheplatesandaprepcook,Leslie,bastinggarlicbutterontheartichokeheartsstuffedwithshrimpandescargot. 

           "We’renotsupposedtogointhatpartofthehouse,"Tylersays. 

           Wecomeinthroughthegarage. Allwe’resupposedtoseeisthegarage,thekitchen,andthediningroom. 

           Thehostcomesinbehindhiswifeinthekitchendoorwayandtakesthescrapofpaperoutofhershakinghand. "Thiswillbealright,"hesays. 

           "HowcanIfacethosepeople,"Madamsays,"unlessIknowwhodidthis?"