The waiter asked everyone at the dinner table if they’d like a beverage.
“Strawberry Lemonade. Pilsner. Water. Water. Water, lukewarm, no ice.”
The drinks came perfect, except the water, lukewarm, no ice. It was amply cold -- like snow.
“Excuse me, would you mind getting me another water, lukewarm, no ice? Just right out of the faucet, room temperature.”
He came back with a still glass of water, filtered, pure of any ice. “Perfect!”
There is something about good service that makes you want to come back to a place where someone listens. Lukewarm means lukewarm, not cold, hold the ice.
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