Friday Night, Pepper and Parmesan

How I love to go out for dinner on Friday nights. To me it’s the perfect end of a long week and a relaxing way to start the weekend. Tonight we’re at our favorite Italian restaurant, the Pasta Factory. Our pasta is just served and my friend wants to know how my week was. I open my mouth to answer but get interrupted because the waiter wants to know if everything is fine. “Yes, thank you, it’s delicious”, and “yes, the wine is tasty too.” I try to answer my friend’s question but a different waiter, breaking our conversation again, is faster. “Would you like to have black pepper on your pasta?” We want it. The waiter disappeares. “Ehh-what did you ask me?” I’m now asking my friend. “Oh, just how your week….” “Would you like to have some parmesan on your pasta?” another waiter wants to know. “Oh yes, thank you! I had a great week. How was yours?” I answer his question. The waiter looks at me (he seems to be a little confused). My friend laughs out loud. “Could it be you’re just tired?” he wants to know. With the mouth full I ‘m just able to nod yes. After a little while my friend has finished his noodles and because I like to make little brakes I’m still eating. I just have a gulp of wine when the black-pepper-waiter finds a chance to and take away our plates. “But- but I haven’t finished yet, can I ...?” I stutter. - “Of course! I’ll bring you the bill in a minute!” the parmesan- waiter answers.