Here, see what you think people:
The restaurant.
For cash, we were all given the job of reviewing different eating places around town. We had this list - it had names on it like ?Synergy? and ?Belima?s?. We walked down to ?Synergy? first. It was in an area of town that lacked people. The place was a dump. The walls were covered in sun-dried paint flakes, broken glass and heaps of dirt covered the floors. There was even a faint smell of dog shit.
?This is a restaurant?? I thought. ?We?ll probably die?.
We ordered our meals and they arrived before we could eve work out how. The food must have been good because not a single one of us remembered eating. For all we know, we may already be dead, not knowing. We headed round to the kitchen where we met the only guy in the building, the head chef, the boss, the owner of the restaurant - a surly looking man with a cloth over his shoulder. His name was Andre. He looked like he could dig his way out of prison with his bare hands. We explained to him that his beloved restaurant was a shambles, a failure, a complete disaster, and his sweat-covered face didn?t like it one bit.
?What don?t you like about it?? He growled.
There was hesitation.
?How do you expect me to pay the bills, I have a family ? I can?t afford anything else. What do you want? What do you expect? You bastards!?
Andre squared up to me.
?How about I fucking punch you.?
The others tried to settle him down.
?Look,? I said.
?How do you expect to pay your bills when there are no customers??
?What do you mean, I?ll punch you!?
??Look, I?m sorry Andre, you don?t have to punch me, let me explain. You can make this place so much better. There is potential.?
?Yeah right,? I thought to myself, anything to calm this guy down.
Before we knew it the confrontation ended and we managed to leave alive, and in good shape. There was an old-looking club round the corner - we all needed a drink so we headed for it.
?What kind of club?? I ask.
?Think of models. Models.? One of the others said.
?Models??
?What, you mean like cars, airplanes and boats??
?No? He laughed.
?I mean like, Pamela Anderson. You know? Models?
It was all clear now, what a relief.
We enter the place from a staircase descending downwards. Women were everywhere, good-looking women with hardly any clothes. We headed to the bar. The barman stared into space, jumping out of the trance when we got his attention.
(To be continued)
