28.

he waiter scowls at you. “Now look buddy, there ain’t no call for that sort of lip. I’m just doin’ my job.” He comes back a few moments later with a glass of brownish liquid that tastes like someone slipped lighter fluid into antifreeze. “And how’s the wine, buddy?”

You nod meekly that it’s passable. Hell, for two dollars a glass, it’ll do. Looking over the menu, you decide on the Turkey Croquettes avec une Buerre de Cheez Whiz and a side of runny eggs. Bon appetit!

When you finish the meal, you discover that your wallet is missing. Jeepers!

To offer to do dishes, go to 27.
To claim you see a rat, go to 63.