My second proudest moment ever in my many years as a restaurant slave:

Working at that restaurant famous for its breakfasts, where the waiters used to wear red checkered shirts that look like table cloths, the following unfolded.

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Rory: "Is everything OK with your breakfast, sir. Are you enjoying it?"

Customer: "Everything is fine, except for one thing. This flapjack tastes a bit like leather. Are they always like this?"

Rory: "Sorry to hear that, sir, but I actually wouldn't know."

Customer: "Oh, you've never had this breakfast?"

Rory: "No, I've had the breakfast. I've just never had leather."

Customer: "Uh, can I please have another coffee?"

Thanks.