Hell’s Kitchen (XLVII):Trinkgeld

Ich nahm den Hörer von der Gabel. “V. hier”, sagte mein Freund V., der Fremdenführer, “wir treffen uns um 18 Uhr im Rudy’s.” Er legte auf. Selbst wenn der Service im Restaurant miserabel war, …
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