Snow White faces the Real World.

[giftapfel]

One more week and then I'm done forever with screaming French chefs, managing nineteen year olds, coddling those same new kids when they chop off a fingertip, aquiring debt, and spending hours redoing mise en place.

Now the question I have left, is what in the world am I going to do with it all?

Comments

Edie.

[pappybear]

Ha ha.

[A good fifteen minutes later as David searches through his Compendium.]

Jesus. I can't find where Miles wrote the time. Must be getting old.

David.

[giftapfel]

You're not old, Sir. These things just move too fast for anyone to keep up with.

Call him and find out, I'd be happy to escort you as long as you don't leave me stranded. Though that hardly qualifies as a gift, anything else on your wish list besides the usual supper? Or do I have to get creative?

Edie.

[pappybear]

Yeah, especially old fogies. However, I'll phone Miles later on today.

Scotch Not a thing.

David.

[giftapfel]

Creative route it is then.

Let me know the time and details on...Saturday.