Arnon Grunberg



Around noon I changed my pants, there was a big, black spot on it.
I had lunch at Cipriani in Grand Central, a place where I usually don’t go for lunch.
When I asked for the check I discovered that my credit cards were still in the other pants. I didn’t have any cash on me either.
The waiter wasn’t amused.
He said: “Leave your ID here.” I answered: “I don’t have my ID on me, but I can leave my phone here.” He took my phone.
About fifteen minutes later I was back with my credit card, I settled the bill, then I asked: “Can I have my phone back?” The waiter gave me a dirty look.

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