Бойцовский клуб
Chapter 10
Madamsatwatchingeachofherwomenguestseatthefood,untilbetweenclearingthesorbetdishesandservingtheapricotgateau,Madam’splaceattheheadofthetablewasallofasuddenempty.
Theywerewashingupaftertheguestshadleft,loadingthecoolersandthechinabackintothehotelvan,whenthehostcameinthekitchenandasked,wouldAlbertpleasecomehelphimwithsomethingheavy?
Lesliesays,maybeTylerwenttoofar.
Loudandfast,Tylersayshowtheykillwhales,Tylersays,tomakethatperfumethatcostsmorethangoldperounce. Mostpeoplehaveneverseenawhale. LesliehastwokidsinanapartmentnexttothefreewayandMadamhostesshasmorebucksthanwe’llmakeinayearinbottlesonherbathroomcounter.
Albertcomesbackfromhelpingthehostanddials9-1-1onthephone. Albertputsahandoverthemouthpartandsays,man,Tylershouldn’thaveleftthatnote.
Tylersays, "So,tellthebanquetmanager. Getmefired. I’mnotmarriedtothischickenshitjob."
Everybodylooksattheirfeet.
"Gettingfired,"Tylersays,"isthebestthingthatcouldhappentoanyofus. Thatway,we’dquittreadingwateranddosomethingwithourlives."
Albertsaysintothephonethatweneedanambulanceandtheaddress. Waitingontheline,Albertsaysthehostessisarealmessrightnow. Alberthadtopickherupfromnexttothetoilet.
