Rib-iculous

So back to The Chive:

We told him not to wear a white shirt with the green skinnies... or he'll look like a spring onion!

 So, I ring Hussar Grill this morning, to book a table for rib night.

HG: Hussar Grill.
Olive: Hi, can I book a table for tomorrow night. For 6 people at 7pm, please.
HG: Sure thing. Name?
Olive: Olive.
HG: Oh... THAT Olive! It's 'Ribs Olive' !!
Olive: Er...
HG: Don't worry. We got your number. See ya.

(Giggling in background. Then silence)

I'm not at all amused by the fact that I am being referred to as 'Ribs Olive'. As if I consume them on a daily basis.

I may do so in my dreams. Yes. But not in reality.

I'm wearing a balaclava to dinner tomorrow night.