I am an old retired Sargent Major who for some reason is working in a restaurant clearing tables. I notice confusion and mayhem around me as waiters try to seat customers. I stand up on the Matradee platform and start to shout orders like I am back in the army. Everyone seems to fall into line and do as they are told. Within seconds everyone is seated and happy. I then go on to suggest one of the desserts would taste better with cream.
Everyone now seems to have said dessert and the manager is reprimanding me for taking control and suggesting cream on a dessert that he thinks is perfect without it. The customers disagree but I get fired any ways.
Next day there is a glowing review in the papers about “Harry Mills the Military Matradee”. I now find myself back in the restaurant working as Matradee and making strange food suggestions (like chocolate sauce on steak) that everyone seem to love with comments like "Harry you're the best".
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