The Bite

She then proceeded to disappear -- unlike the toast, which we could see sitting, done, beside the toaster in the kitchen. After a half-hour of this nonsense, I finally went and asked the cook if we could please have our toast. "What toast?" he asked. Turns out our server had just hoped we'd forget about it. The cook threw the cold toast at me with a sarcastic apology. "We're having some communication difficulties today," he said.

You don't say.