Everything seemed okay, until the hostess showed my group to its table, and as we sat down, we were faced with an uninvited guest that did not ride to the restaurant with us in our car. It was a familiar looking computer device similar to many versions of tablets that people can purchase from electronic retailers, but it was propped up on a stand, all professional looking. That's right. A telescreen sat on the table staring us in our faces. It was a soul-sucking intruder put there to further remind us of the death of reasonable society and the ominous prospects for humanity. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that it had a shït-eating grin on its lustrous face.
“What in the hell is this?” I said, as I picked it up and threw it into the corner with the camera facing away from the humans in our group. I was at a loss for words, and the people who were with me told me not to make a scene, but I was livid. The nerve of these people - and their total lack of respect for their customers. It's like they were spitting on my food before I had even ordered it."
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