Audio resolution sounds like it’s comeing over a telephone line, but is OK.
It’s lunchtime, but Vic can’t stay. He tells how he has a last minute business lunch at the Little Tiny Petite Feather Tea Shoppe. Out of town businessmen invite Vic to mingle with the top brass and dignitaries of Kitchenware Consolodated.
The eatery has fine quisine but it’s a small place. It’s so small that Vic tells a funny story about exactly how small it is. Only 3 tables, and an event where a party of 11 claimed two of the tables. With the crowd, the third table could only seat 3 people.
To have enough room to eat, Vics table was shoved up against a wall, a wall with a window, and he sat on a stepladder outside to eat while the other 3 people in his party ate inside. Sade is a little offended to learn her husband faced such an embarrassing situation. Will he have to repeat the performance again today? The rainy weather would be a good reason for him to bow out, and nobody would blame him for doing so.