Things get lost in translation sometimes. The maitre d’ probably didn’t realize that Eddie was a cat or that his assistant, Phyllis, was a mouse.
I mean, how could he– the reservations were made by phone. And poor guy–when he asked for the name Phyllis told him to just look for the dude “wearing the tuxedo”…..
I would have warned him, if only I’d known. Phyllis is way too fidgety–she never sits down, so she never reserves her place.
Well, when he has Phyllis reserve a table for one he means a table for one.
One tuxedo wearing cat who will lounge out fully in your fine dining establishment, sucking his teeth, grooming his fur and making attitudinal remarks to anyone who happens to glance his way with “Hey buddy, what are you looking at?? You wanna a piece of this, cause I don’t think you do”.
And that’s before he’s had his first drink.
Just thought I should mention this in case Eddie ever has Phyllis to call and invite you out to dinner.
Be prepared for two things.
A table for one and the tab.
Yeah, Eddie is famous for inviting people out to dinner then disappearing –sometime between snorkling down several shrimptinis and the tab showing up.
Please Note: This is No. 16 in the Eddie and Phyllis series.