I used to have a job waiting on young Japanese girls and old Upper East Side alien ladies at an all-white lacquered pastry boutique. Nobody in that place spoke English; it was my job to make recommendations for them. Do you know what kind of cake goes best with Zoloft? Chocolate.
Once, my boss caught me daydreaming and asked me why I wasn’t doing any work.
Nobody in that place spoke English."I'm busy thinking," I said.
"What are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking about how much I hate this job. “
"Well, it's really getting in the way of your productivity."
