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“Did I tell you about this new restaurant idea that I have?”

Kurt was tempted to say yes just so he wouldn’t have to hear it, but he figured it couldn’t be any worse than the current conversation topic.  He shook his head no and gestured to Thomas to lay it upon him.

“Well, it’s a restaurant I’ve been thinking about opening.  I’m not sure what kind of food it’s gonna serve yet, but the main attraction won’t be the food.  Basically it’s a normal restaurant with an average everyday menu, but the thing is once you are done with the meal you can break your dishes.”  Kurt’s long stare and puzzled look told Thomas that he was expecting to hear more.  “That’s it.”


“You know Thomas,” Kurt started, “I’ve heard a lot of weird ideas from you, but if I were to list all of your ideas in order of weirdness this would rank pretty high up there.  Definitely a number one contender.”

“No, really it’s not that bad.  It’s unique.  People can come in and have a good meal and then have a blast as they break their dishes.  There will be like this big pit in the middle of the restaurant where customers will throw their dishes in there once they are done eating.  I’ll have it roped off and supervised so no one actually enters the pit area.  So what’s the problem?”

“Other than some very obvious insurance issues, I can hardly phantom the thought of breaking your dishes as a major attraction.  I certainly wouldn’t wanna go to a restaurant simply because I can break my dishes afterwards.  It’s just a stupid idea and no one is going to be drawn to a restaurant like that.”

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