Review

Pozzo took me to a new restaurant last night, the Snuggly Duckling. After we left the men at the tree who were waiting for a man names "Godot", Pozzo needed to eat. Those men were very strange. Pozzo seemed to think the same. I carry his purse and luggage because it was an overnight journey. He sat at a lavish table and I stood beside him. Slaves do not sit unless they are told. Pozzo orders the house special, and has to wait a very long time before he can eat. Once the food arrived, it was cold because the waiter forgot about it. Pozzo was not very happy. The chicken he ordered was also disgusting. I nodded and retrieved the waiter in question. Pozzo proceeded to chide the young man. I realized he was a slave as well. Suddenly, Pozzo explodes from his seat and leads me out. He vowed to never return to the Snuggly Duckling again, and would condemn the name for forever.