I have a theory that in everyone's life, they have defining Steven Spielberg movie moments where E.T. flies across the moon, fireworks blast off and everyone breaks out into spontaneous song and dance.
I came across this theory the moment I heard those five-blasé words part from the ear of one of my first customer's mouth. The tone had a slightly deeper intonation, but it still rang in my ear familiarly, and when I finally looked up at the now infamous table thirteen, I had to mentally lock my jaw to keep it from falling out of socket.
- Amor Tutti Fa Uguali, Annie Christ