He lay before me on the cold steel table, a middle aged man, gray, slightly balding hair, strong jaw line. He’s nude besides a white sheet folded over his lower half. I begin the procedure. With a bone saw I cut through his ribs GZZZZZZRRRRRWWWW! His two lungs, also gray, slightly balding, are now exposed. Gently, using a scalpel with great precision, I cut the thin membrane of his lungs to take a peek. Hmmm...I reach my hands down in there. Squishy. Olives. Green olives I hold in my hands. Suddenly the man’s eyes pop open, he lifts his head to speak, “Waiter! Where’s my God damned martini?”
“Oh, yes, sir. Right away. Nurse! Where’s his God damned martini?”
The nurse silently hands me the drink, I hold it in front of the man’s face.
“Here you are, sir.”
The man stares at his dry martini.
“What’s the matter, sir?”
“God dammit!” he shouts.
“Where’s my olive?”
I pick one up out of his open chest and drop it in the drink.
“Care to start a tab, sir?”
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