The waitress flew back and forth past my table so fast I only saw her tail go by. Then in desperation I reached out and grabbed it bringing her to a halt.
"Damn You Sir, that's not allowed, my mistress will have a talk about this, she warned harshly."
"Sorry but it seemed the only way to get you to stop and I have a question! You told me that I would get a Hay salad, but I got a molasses and Alfalfa salad!"
"The mistress will see to you and this will be the last time you'll touch a waitress' ass."
"Wow, I thought she's angry and rude, I bet her Mistress is a sorry ole' nag too."
The drape to the encove was closed and I felt the whole booth turning. The thing stopped and opened to a office, in a stable,no less.
"Sir, you molested one of my nice mares and we can't have this going on. You should know there is a time any place for sexual touching and the eatery is not the place!"
"This is the wierdest place I've ever seen and an office is a dirty stable, troughs to eat out of and so much animal style B.S. that you can take this place and go screw yourself!!!!!!!"
"I'm sorry you have taken such a hard line toward our fire eatery, and you need to be shown your place in our world, said the elderly woman that stood in a dark corner."
She mumbled some words and I heard what I had not told anyone, my full name! Then a feeling of heat and all went dark. Oops!