Ted finished his sixth plate of bacon, sucked his greasy lips, and moaned with delight.
“One more?” asked the waitress.
Ted gurgled “No, just the check.”
The waitress thanked him with a smile and left a vinyl folder on the table.
Ted took it, and it slid out of his hand.
He tried again, and it popped out of his hands and on to the floor.
So did his napkin.
“Help?”
The waitress slid him into the parking lot, where he was sprayed with soap and hosed down.
“Thank you,” said Ted, and he waddled away.
(Without paying the bill.)