Wine and dine
“Excuse me. Excuse me.”
It felt to Sharon like opening her eyes for the first time. In fact they hadn’t even been closed, it only felt like it. It was easy, this job, letting your mind wander as you shuffled down the carriage putting forks on the left and knives on the right and spoons on the top, until someone interrupted your reverie. She didn’t want to know what the man wanted but if she didn’t fake an interest he’d say “Excuse me” again with more patient urgency.
“Yes, sir?”
“What sort of wine is served with dinner?”
What sort of stupid question is that, she said to herself and gave the sweetest smile she could be bothered to give. “If you care to look over our drinks menu just here, you’ll see that we serve a wide selection of-”
“Yes, I know that, but what do you s
