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(Three seconds ago it was a store, now it is a restaurant — with no tables, no waiters or waitresses and no plates. OK. I then pointed to a giant white porcelain bowl with a heaping pile of what Ia hallucinated chicken salad would look like if it were actually real and not a supposed Kigment of my imagination.)
“Uh, can you please tell me what’s in this bowl over here? It looks delicious...”
“Israeli chicken salad.”
(I looked around the store/restaurant to see if there were any individuals who seemed capable of calling an ambulance to take me to a mental hospital. Nope. I was in the clear. So I activated my crazy I- have-a-machete-in-the-wasteband-of-my-pants whisper.)
(Whispering and reaching behind me...) “Did you just say ‘chicken salad’?”
“No. I did not. I said ‘Israeli Chicken Salad.’”
“But surely you would agree that two out of three of those words are ‘chicken salad’, correct? And if I would have asked for Israeli Chicken Salad, which looks as delicious as any other non-Israeli chicken salad I have ever eaten you would have made me a sandwich with that stuff on it?”
Of course, that’s...
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