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           Andthehost,hesays, "Itwillbealright,Nina." 

           "Myhands,Walter,"Madamsays. 

           "Itwillbealright." 

           Madamsays, "Whowoulddothistome?Whocouldhatemethismuch?" 

           Thehostsays,toAlbert, "Wouldyoucallanambulance?" 

           ThatwasTyler’sfirstmissionasaserviceindustryterrorist. Guerrillawaiter. Minimum-wagedespoiler. Tyler’sbeendoingthisforyears,buthesayseverythingismorefunasasharedactivity. 

           AttheendofAlbert’sstory,Tylersmilesandsays, "Cool." 

           Backinthehotel,rightnow,intheelevatorstoppedbetweenthekitchenandthebanquetfloors,ItellTylerhowIsneezedonthetroutinaspicforthedermatologistconventionandthreepeopletoldmeitwastoosaltyandonepersonsaiditwasdelicious. 

           Tylershakeshimselfoffoverthesouptureenandsayshe’srundry. 

           Thisiseasierwithcoldsoup,vichyssoise,orwhenthechefsmakeareallyfreshgazpacho. Thisisimpossiblewiththatonionsoupthathasacrustofmeltedcheeseonitinramekins. IfIeveratehere,that’swhatI’dorder. 

           Wewererunningoutofideas,Tylerandme. Doingstufftothefoodsottobeboring,almostpartofthejobdescription. ThenIhearoneofthedoctors,lawyers,whatever,sayhowahepatitisbugcanliveonstainlesssteelforsixmonths. YouhavetowonderhowlongthisbugcanliveonRumCustardCharlotteRusse.