Rolling with Old School III

So I was having lunch with Old School at La Goloue. We are discussing how the Ex-KGB now runs most of the consumer finance outfits in Russia and whether Old School should sell the Rockefeller estate on the private Island in the carribean because they just don’t go down there enough anymore..and whether Ann Margaret was indeed the best piece of ass in the late 50’s and 60’s..

Our waiteress, a young blonde girl who I assume speaks no language fluently-adding to her perky and infectious sexiness, brings over the food. Old school I, who stares intently at his Salad Niscoise while the young lady is laying out the food for the rest of us, touched her on the elbow and says, "young lady, where the hell are the anchovies?" The girl startled at the abruptness of the query, says " I didn’t know that sir wanted the anchovies." At which point OLD School I peers into her eyes and with a smirk quips.."I didn;t say NO!"