Whoever wrapped up my salmon and couscous in aluminum foil did not even try to make the swan’s neck look elegant. Yes there was length to it, but there was no graceful curve, no attempt at beauty. Imagine a duck as he takes off in flight. Imagine the horrible awkwardness of that moment, the desperate jutting of his head as he struggles to lift off the water. That’s what I was given. That’s how my food was treated. If I were the manager and I saw my busboy butcher an aluminum foil swan like this, I wouldn’t just fire him. I’d find something that he loved or held sacred and destroy it. Any good manager knows this.
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