“The meal will begin with a delightfully surprising appetizer of fried Brussels sprouts and bacon,” the waiter explained.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait up,” Terrance interuppted, “Brussles sprouts? Can I opt out?”
“Dude, it’s amazing. Try it,” Terrance’s dining partner, Connor, said attempting to avoid a brunch debacle.
“Nah, man. Last time I had sprouts I dreamed of watching a Paul Simon concert from the second floor of an indoor mall. Simon was wearing a Mercury 7 spacesuit and did the whole show break dancing with his acoustic guitar still in hand. I can’t go through that again. I can’t know what my mind is capable of creating.”
“We’ll skip right to the main attraction if you don’t mind,” Connor instructed the waiter.
“Understood,” the waiter hurriedly walked away.