Omelette

What you wish for It was Friday we were going out for a meal in the evening I had visualized a fat pork chop with furrows of fat in the meat whatever you say fat food taste better than chicken. Since it was evening my wife thought an omelet would be right for me and the waitress agreed – she is a friend- But a few glasses of red wine were ok. After eating the omelette, drinking the wine, I wondered if they were patronizing me, so I had whisky with coke. I tell you I was not drunk, but I felt an irresistible need to tell a story, standing up and let my voice boom to drown the audience with my erudition; it was not on, we come home to catch the nine o`clock news.