Free Range by Bill Whitehead for August 05, 2022

The delays for “bus” boys is worse.

I’ll have the steak whose love for Maria the butcher’s daughter was doomed from the start, and she will have the green salad who is pinning for the simpler live in the country garden.

Sadly, the brilliant author never learned what the potential customers would have ordered, as they had gone to the rival restaurant down the block.

Dilbert showed that the long frantic typing by the airline agent at the counter was a novel in progress.

He just got a brainstorm and nothing can block his thoughts…not yet…

It’s just the tip of the iceberg lettuce.

The Penne Alfredo. That’s a novel idea.

The problem with writers is they write what they know. What you order isn’t gonna matter, because all you are going to get is a “Dark Stormy night. Suddenly a shot rings out.”

they’re suffering from waiter’s block…