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IT IS TUESDAY AND "YON CASSIUS HAS A LEAN AND HUNGRY LOOK". IT MUST BE 11;30. THE "WE DON'T WANT TO BE IN THE SAME BUILDING WITH RAW FISH" FOLKS DON'T JOIN US. WE GO TO JASMINE CAFE ON COLLEGE AVE. WE ENTER THE HALLWAY AND TURN LEFT INTO THE MAIN ROOM. THERE ARE SEVERAL TABLES AVAILABLE BUT THE HOSTESS TAKES A GANDER AT ME AND SAYS FOLLOW ME TO THE BACK. I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THEY HAD A BACK. I SUPPOSE WHEN YOU WEAR CORDS WITH A TIE, THEY DON'T WANT YOU EATING IN THE MAIN ROOM WITH THE GENTRY. IT MIGHT RUB OFF OR DETER A CUSTOMER WHO MIGHT SPOT ME FROM THE WINDOW ON THE STREET. NOT ONLY DO WE GET ESCORTED TO THE REAR, BUT THEY HAVE A SPECIAL TABLE FOR US, DIRECTLY ACROSS FROM THE SWINGING DOOR INTO THE KITCHEN. IT NEEDS A PAINT JOB. IT NEEDS A GALLON OF WD-40. IT DOESN'T NEED US SITTING WHERE SEATED. HOWEVER, EVERRYBODYS' GOT TO BE SOMPLACE AND THIS IS OUR PLACE TODAY AND WE DON'T COMPLAIN. WHO COULD HEAR US ANYWAY WITH THAT RAUCOUS PLANK FLAPPING WITHOUT END? JASMINE IS PRETTY MUCH A SUSHI JOINT. THEY HAVE MORE VARIETIES OF DEAD FISH THAN MARINELAND HAD BEFORE IT WENT BELLY-UP. NO SILVERWARE ON THE TABLE. CHOPSTICKS. FORKS BY SPECIAL REQUEST. I SUSPECT THAT IF YOU ASK FOR A FORK, YOU WILL GET THE, HEY CHECK OUT THE ROOKIE LOOK. I REMOVE THE SIAMESE TWIN STICKS FROM THEIR JAPANESE ENCRYPTED PAPER SLEEVE. I REALIZE THE CODE MUST MEAN--DON'T TRY THIS OLD MAN. I STICK THE STICKS BACK IN THE SLEEVE AND ORDER THE RECOMMENDED FIESTA WRAP. FINGERS I KNOW HOW TO USE AND I AVOID THE FORK/ROOKIE STARE. THE BACK ROOM HAS ABOUT 25 SEATS. BEFORE WE ARE DONE,IT IS FULL. I THOUGHT I SMELLED LYSOL WHEN WE ENTERED. I KNOW I SMELLED SOMETHING ELSE WHEN WE LEFT. THERE ARE 5 MEN SEATED ON COUCHES. I KNOW THERE ARE 5 BECAUSE I COUNTED THE CELL PHONES AND DIVIDED BY 2. MOST EVERYONE IS EATING WITH THE CHOPSTICKS. THEY SEEM TO BE ABLE TO DIP AND EAT WITHOUT DROPPING. IT MUST BE AN ACQUIRED SKILL--THERE IS NOT AN ASIAN IN THE PLACE--SAVE THE BUSGUY WITH THE JAPANESE/CHINESE/KOREAN DO-RAG. MY WRAP IS PRETTY GOOD AND , GIVEN THE COSTS OF DINING OUT, AT $6.00, IT IS NOT OUTRIGHT THEFT. IT DOESN'T COME WITH ANY SIDE DISH. IT HAS A GARNISH OF WHAT I WOULD CALL "WEEDS GONE WILD". I MOVE IT AROUND THE PLATE TO GET IT OFF THE WRAP. IT DOESN'T COME NEAR MY MOUTH. I'LL LEAVE FOR THE NEXT GUY. THE DIET COKE IS SWELL. THERE IS ONE SERVER IN THE ROOM AND THE LAST THING SHE NEEDS IS A TABLE FULL OF INNUENDO. I GOT A WITNESS TO WHAT I'M ABOUT TO DESCRIBE. THIS DOOFUS SAYS TO HER--"DON'T TAKE THIS THE WRONG WAY. I HAVE BEEN MARRIED FOR 11 YEARS AND I'VE GOT TO TELL YOU THAT YOU ARE STRIKINGLY BEAUTIFUL". DOUBLE O OVERHEARS THIS AND SAYS--"DO YOU THINK I SHOULD TELL HER THAT I HAVE BEEN MARRIED FOR 2 YEARS AND THAT SHE IS STRIKINGLY BEAUTIFUL"? YES YOU SHOULD I REPLY AND EVEN OFFER TO SQUARE MY TIP IF SHE DOES. OO WIMPS OUT. I GUESS WE WILL NEVER KNOW IF THE LADY-IN-WAITING HAS A SENSE OF HUMOR, MUCH LESS, A SEXUAL PREFERENCE. TIME TO RETURN TO FIGHT THE HUN AND FOR SOME MORE COURTHOUSE FAMILY ENTERTAINMENT..SINCE I ALREADY FINGERED THE CHOPSTICKS, I TAKE THEM WITH ME. GOOD SOUVENIR. BAD UTENSIL. I TRY NOT TO RUB MY BANTY-LEGGED CORDS TOGETHER ON THE WAY OUT. I WOULDN'T WANT TO DISTURB ANY MUST TAKE/MAKE THIS CELL PHONE CALL. SAL WINS THE COIN TOSS. IT'S GONNA BE A LONG AFTERNOON.