SEX IS LIKE A RESTAURANT. Sometimes you get good service, sometimes bad service, sometimes no service. And many times you have to be happy with SELF SERVICE. You got it.
Beautifully compared! The person who wrote it must have been hunger struck. It reminded me of my days in Mumbai. Not the sex part, but the restaurant.
I went to Mumbai on my first job. The company had arranged for a hotel in Bandra, Pali Hills, which was an area known to be inhabited with stars. I had thought that the stars lived in the skies. The hotel was rumored to be four stars. This had elevated my status in the family. It turned out to be a farce, but I anyhow liked the cushions on the bed, toiletries in the bathroom and the foreign dignitaries staying in the hotel. One of my colleagues got the news that the breakfast in the hotel was given free. It was a fact very incredible. The age old adage said there were no free lunches. But our watered tongues and frugal pockets argued that this was about breakfast which was far apart from lunch in time. The word free sounded very derogatory. So we started saying that it was not paid. But then it looked a little something not right. What deed we did to deserve unpaid lunches? People like me are not happy with even free breakfast. We learnt that it’s the complimentary breakfast that many hotels serve. Since then we made sure to make for our afternoons in the morning itself. I liked the hotel cutlery also.
Mornings in Mumbai start with vadapaav (a rudimentary form of sandwich) and the day survive on it. There is a very good restaurant in Bandra – National Dhaba. Get out of the Bandra railway station in the west and walk left for about hundred meters. This restaurant has served food to many struggling actors and serves very cheap and delicious Punjabi food. Try it.
Even if you would not find the service good or bad (and there is no self service) your appetite would be satisfied. And it is what matters most. You got it.