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"Hey, Bombay," I always say when greeting him. I don't think he likes it.
He always orders Bombay, "Bombay and tonic, tall."
I cruise to the service bar repeating to myself, "Tall Bombay, Tall Bombay, Tall Bombay..." and when I get there I snatch a tall glass from above, fill it with ice and say, "Captain Morgan...? No, no, Bombay. Yes, Bombay."
As my boss poars he glares at the glass, while the thought, "Shit, Bombay and what?" is making me stare, transe-like, just over his left shoulder.
"What's going in it?" he asks, in such a nasty way, bringing me back.
Quick/shit, Bombay/gin, gin /tonic, TONIC, "TONIC!" I shout, then "tall" I mutter.
Every time.
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