A Damsel in Distress......or.....?





Before relocating some time ago, the sales manager of a large international company entertained many of his business guests at Le Canard. Let's call him Mr. Z. One morning he phoned and asked to speak to me, asking if he could have a "special" guest table for two for dinner as he was entertaining a lovely young lady. "Of course, for you anything." He arrived with a divine young woman, and was shown to a discreet table. I should add that we strewed rose petals over the table cloth to set a romantic atmosphere.

During the latter part of the evening I was sitting talking to two guests, when the Maitre D' came to excuse himself, and asked me to go to the ladies' lavatory. "Why?" "There seems to be a problem." I rushed off and hadn't got to the door, when I heard a series of, should I say, "groans." "Bring lemon water! Quickly!!" I said. Now, what you can't cure with a stiff whisky, you can with lemon water. Before the water arrived, Mr. Z walked out of the ladies' lavatory as dapper as ever, but with a broader grin than usual. I was obviously "shell shocked" because I continued to investigate the damsel in distress. She was applying lipstick, straightening her hair and her mini skirt.

I obviously had two satisfied guests and two curious ones. The people to whom I had been speaking earlier have seen a tall male return to his table, who was then followed by an attractive female. An explanation was required, and these two departed very soon after the elucidation with an air of anticipation on both their faces.

Mr. Z and his companion were served dessert and shortly thereafter they singly returned to the ladies' lavatory. At this stage the restaurant had very few tables still occupied, and the waiters were "hived" up to the "toilet activities." The sounds from the occupants of the lavatory were slightly mufled by the buzzing waiters, and one....two....the now doubly satisfied diners left. What more could I have asked for?

1. Mr. Z and his companion highly satisfied by the "service";
2. My waiters equally satisfied by the generous gratuity; and
3. I remained hoping the two guests who were privy to the first half of this episode, have gone to sleep equally satisfied.

The evening had not ended yet. The Maitre D' asked me to come into the "love nest" with him. He suggested that I rub my flat palm over the top of the toilet cistern, and yes it was covered with remnants of white powder. Seeing all this happened in "pre-viagra" days, it proved "coke" may have provided the same attributes.

Freda

 
"A Virile Z"