Arnon Grunberg



Last night, I went back to Pai Thai.
A waiter knocked over two glasses of champagne cocktail; I was soaked.
The waiter said: “I can dry-clean your shirt.” I accepted this offer. For two hours I sat bare-chested at the table, I was wearing just my jacket and I didn’t feel sexy, I felt slightly uncomfortable.
After two hours the water handed me my shirt, impeccably dry-cleaned indeed. But he didn’t take the two champagne cocktails off the bill.
A mistake, dry cleaning alone is not a worthy apology.