The exhausted restaurant diner was nearing the end of his meal. He had waited ten minutes
before anyone had even handed him a menu; five more minutes before a waitress had come for
his order; fifteen minutes more before his meat was served to him. Now he wanted his dessert.
“Miss,” he said to his waitress, “I’ll have some strawberry shortcake. And while you’re away,
would you be good enough to drop me a post card now and then?”