Mike had been Store Manager at Chili’s for two years now. He hated his job, his wife, his kids and most of all, his life. He was having a terrible day at work when he spotted a trailer pull up in the parking lot. “Great. Just what I need,” he thought to himself. “A visit from the District Manager.”

The doors swung open. The hostess attempted to greet the visitor but he trotted right past her. Mike came up behind the store manager nervously.

“M-Mr. ebooks! What a surprise. What brings you here today?”

Horse_ebooks turned around and glared at Mike over his shades. “How to Improve Restaurant Dining Room Service,” he began.

“B-but,” mike interrupted, “we have the 2nd best revenue in the district! How can we improve our dining room service more? The regional manager even came in and complimented me!”

Hearing the words “regional manger” seemed to send Horse_ebooks into a rage. Words of hate spewed from his mouth. “I have spent my life under his saddle - with him in it, too, and he is good for two hundred pounds, without his clothes; and there”

He stopped himself, realizing he was being unprofessional. He straightened out his Ray-Bans. “No more,” he said quietly to himself. He turned back to Mike. “What ingredients are useful to get the digestive juices flowing.”

Mike started to recite from the Chili’s employee handbook. “Uh… hot sauce, ribs, salt, bu-“

Horse_ebooks cut mike off. “Cold Glazed Salmon.” He said coldly, “Grilled Rudderfish With Maltese Sauce.”

Just then the doors swung open. Horse_ebooks pivoted his head around to see a woman enter, pushing a stroller.

“Pamper that New Baby with a Beautiful Bassinet Counterpane!” he shouted with glee, as he exited the restaurant via a nearby closed window.