At last it happened...my name was called. It was time to be questioned for jury selection. The merry, chubby attorney for the plaintiff asked me what I did for a living. I told him I was a food writer, and that I had just returned from the legendary Peter Luger Steak House...where I had eaten during the lunch break. His mind boggled...I was in like Flynn!UNCLE EARL SAYS: I am that merry, chubby attorney. Eds.: Meet me at the Imperial Tea Court to see if I exist or not.
originally posted by daiichi
