This summer you decided to get a part-time job at a dingy bar on the edge of town. The work was undemanding and boring, as you found out after a month of working there.

One evening, you were standing behind the bar when you saw two men walk through the door and take a table at the far end of the wall. You glanced at them and came to the conclusion that they weren’t locals, which meant you could get a good tip from them. With a soft smile on your lips and your hips swaying, you approached their table. Placing your hands on the edge of the table and leaning in, you spoke softly:

— What can I get for you gentlemen?