They put me in a room on my own. "It will be better" the waitress cheerfully opined. I placed my OJ on the table and went to find something healthy. When I returned two surprisingly large ladies had placed themselves at my table even though there were twenty seven others in the empty room. The larger of the two was slurping my OJ.
I approached them and offered a "Bonjour". They returned my greeting without any attempt to bite me. I told the OJ lady that if she needed a refill she only needed to say the word. Her perplexity was a work of theatrical genius but as I turned to find another table I realised that my OJ sat patiently waiting for me on the table opposite. My bowl of muesli soon joined it and I sheepishly followed. The room I'd been placed in was exceedingly heavily mirrored. Could that be relevant?
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