Really bad luck ... or the evil eye? 20/06/09
The worst happened. Last night the work inspectors came. In came a fat guy with his card and his two partners and took my poor marito away. The barman discreetly moved away from behind the bar and the waiters ran to tell the kitchen staff and they hid out the back. Mio marito then called me and said we worked and did everything ourselves, but these investigators frowned and insisted and said you two can’t do this on your own. As it happened it was a fairly busy time when they arrived which is ironic as it has been so quiet most other nights. Mio marito called our lawyer and also our accountant who would know what to advise us, but being Friday night perhaps, they didn’t answer. He didn’t know what to do and was under fierce pressure from the three inspectors so in the end he called two of the waitresses; his sister said she was the cook and the other said she was the waitress. We didn’t know where the aiuto cuoco had gone to, so I said I was also the cook! Well, all the recipes are min...