Tonight I found myself, along with my wife, at our favorite Chinese restaurant. The home of my old adversary, Ghost Dog. For those of you new here, Ghost Dog is the water guy at this place. He is the best, in a class by himself, a living work of art. We mess with each other's minds whenever I dine there. Anyway, you can search previous posts to catch up on our history. Tonight the place was dead. Verde's favorite waiter was our server, she has a Chow Yun Fat fetish going on, and this guy is his twin. I couldn't be bothered by her batting her doe eyes at the waiter, I had a score to settle. Ghost Dog materialized from behind the waiter and filled our glasses with a smile. Man, he's one handsome Mexican I thought. Did he have work done? Then he vanished. Round one was his. I mentioned to Verde about his looking younger. Could he be aging backwards? I forgot about him for a while until I heard a clink on the table. F-ing Ghost dog just clinked my water glass against the serving thongs. HA! In my mind, I jumped up and punched him in the face. "Look what ya did ya big dope!" In reality I just gave him a bug eyed glare and he gave a sheepish smirk and disappeared again. I think he knows that I know he's aging backwards and is a little shaken up by it. Later on he redeemed himself. I took a sip of water and placed it down on the table, with his back to me and across the restaurant, he spun around and made a bee line for my glass and filled it with a smile. He either was watching me thru the reflection in the window or he heard me put my glass down on a cotton tablecloth. Once again he proves why they call him The King.
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