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back in my hotel hospitality days
(blessedly brief they were), an eldery
eminence with a last name as old as that
of his colonial era township demanded and got
a little extra service obviously deserving of a tip.
he hinted generous but in the end only gave a worn
slogan: "there's no such thing as a free lunch." what did he
mean? i was working for it. the secret might have lain in the
smile of his young mistress, who beamed at every thing he said.
maybe it meant: be careful whose gifts you accept. he's probably dead.
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