“Kai axe you question?” the reservationist shouted across the office, staring straight at my cubicle, as she raised her chin for emphasis.
“Sure,” I answered, startled by the thick accent that essentially stamped ‘The Bronx’ across her forehead.
“Can you do me a righteous solid?” she continued, almost skipping across the room, while continuing to answer the phone.
“Hold on a second sweetie,” she said, raising her index finger in the air. “Yes, we’re looking forward to seeing Mr. Luder at 12:30. We’ll have his table […]