We're standing outside the restaurant on the sidewalk, watching through the window, as it all goes down. The server approaches the table with her head down, no eye contact, to talk to the guy and his date who are taking up a six-top all by themselves. We're five, they just sat down, and there's a perfectly good table waiting for them if they let us have their spot, and she's simply asking if they'd be willing to move.
The guy clearly refuses, and Dan, whose birthday we're celebrating, says, "Did he just do this," making a cutting motion across his throat, "to tell her no way?"
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