?Is dinner ready yet Walter?? yelled Mrs. Mitty from the top of the stairs. I told you that I had to be ready to leave
by six o?clock and it's already a quarter after!? Mrs. Mitty finished putting on her lipstick and pulled on her red
boots while she continued to verbally bash poor Walter on his tardiness of dinner.
?It should be ready about now,? said Mr. Mitty to his wife as she strutted down the steps to the kitchen
and took her seat at the end of the table.
He dipped his finger into the pot and stuck it into his mouth; and then with a great look of satisfaction he
poured himself and his wife a bowl and went and took his seat at the opposite end of the table. Mrs. Mitty began to
eat quickly, for she was pressed for time. She didn't get very far before she picked up her dishes and threw them
one by one into the sink with loud pocketa-pocketa-queep-pocketa-queep sounds. Mr. Mitty turned his chair to see
what the racket was when he saw his wife throwing the good china bowls into the sink, not to mention the food
that he had worked for so long on. He was shocked to see such a harsh expression on his wife's face.
?For goodness sake Walter, I thought I could atleast depend on you to make a decent meal for us just
once! This stuff you call food is inedible and absolutley discraceful! You might as well not have bothered , and
now I will be really late because i have to stop and get take out food for my diner!? Mitty looked back at his
?Number three; table three! It must be perfect!? screamed the manager of Cherabana, the number one
hotel restaurant in the world. Where's Mitty? Get Mitty in here quick!?
Minutes later Walter broke into the kitchen, assessing the situation, he started calling out
proper ingredients that were sure to perfect the the young chefs dishes. Oregano! Pepper! Hurry now, more
butter on these noodles! Flambe that veal!? In an instant Walter had everything under cont
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