I went out to dinner with an old friend last night.
As the owner of the restaurant, we’ll call her Sofia, showed us to our table I noticed another friend, Dick Fox and his wife were dining there.
I said aloud to myself “Is that Dick Fox ?”.
Sofia answered “Yes it is”.
Now for those of you not in the know, Dick Fox is a major doo wop producer and really a nice guy.
For those of you in the know, he’s a major doo wop producer and kind of a prick but I will always love him for one reason. He made it possible for me to sit in a room with Bobby Rydell, Frankie Avalon and Fabian and say to myself that if I could have imagined when I was 13 that I would have been sitting there with these guys, the rest of my life would have been golden.
Anyway, I went over to Dick to say hello and returned to my table.
While we were waiting for our food, Sofia came over and asked if we wanted some prosciutto. I’m a “regular” and I am often offered a little something extra.
I didn’t but I turned to my friend and asked him. He thought for a minute but decided not.
“No prosciutto, Sofia, but thank you”
My answer didn’t seem to satisfy her because she shook her head no and asked again.
We went back and forth like this a few times and she was beginning to get on my nerves.
Finally I said ” Come closer, maybe I’m not hearing you correctly”
She leaned in and said “Dick Fox is what kind of producer?”
I told her and the rest of the night I kept thinking ” I come in here all the time and the bitch can’t even offer me a little prosciutto?”