Diplomatic Dining

I told our waiter that it seemed sad that an old man and an old woman were having lunch separately at opposite ends of a table. "Maybe you could introduce them," I suggested. "If things work out, you might get a huge tip."

The waiter laughed at my naïve suggestion. "Those are the Müllers; they've been married for almost fifty years. They come here almost every day. She can't stand the small of his fish; the odor from her pork and kraut makes him sick."

The waiter and I agreed that the Müllers enjoy an excellent relationship.