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[BigV]

Hey lookout123:

...So there's this couple on vacation, they're traveling overseas. They are kind of adventurous and one thing they like to do is try different restaurants. There's this one little cafe they go into, looks interesting, small, very clean, and boy, are they hungry. The hostess seats them at a little table for two, and a handsome, white-gloved waiter comes over to bring them some bread and take their order.

The little bread plates are on the table, and the waiter holds a large basket of fresh, delicious bread, and uses these sparkling silver tongs to artistically arrange the bread on the plate, takes their order and glides off to the kitchen.

A little while later, the waiter comes by and offers to refill their water glasses, but apparently the local custom for water doesn't include ice. When they mention this the waiter disappears momentarily and returns with a silver bucket and uses his tongs to add ice to each glass. So refreshing, such service!

The finger food appetizers arrive and once again the plates are served beautifully, with each item carefully placed in relation to the other with the tongs. They are as tasty as they are beautiful.

The main course comes and again with the presentation at the table of the assembly of the dish, with each item delicately arranged, just so. It was hard to decide if the dish was more wonderful to look at or eat! Delectable! And never once did the server's hands come in contact with the food.

This suits the couple, in fact, the husband actually makes a comment about the sanitary conditions. The waiter smiles in acknowledgement, and says that, yes, there are strict rules in the restaurant about never using your hands to touch *anything*. The wife titters, and her gaze reflexively moves to the waiter's crotch, where she notices there's a little string hanging from the waiter's fly. She mentions this to the waiter and he proudly explains that, in keeping with the policy, the string is tied on and in that way he never has to touch himself when he goes to the bathroom, and his hands stay clean.

This naturally begs the question, which she asks, as to how things get put back together. The waiter looks to the left and to the right, and with a couple of sharp claps with the tongs says, "I don't know about the other fellows, but I use these."