2305. Feisty waitress

The waitress walked over and whispered in my ear, “You have to leave because your life is in danger”.

I left immediately and watched furtively through the restaurant window on the street. Was there a gunman? Was the kitchen on fire? Everyone else in the restaurant was leaving as well. The waitress was doing a round of the tables and whispering in everyone’s ear. Finally she herself left.

“What was that about?” I asked her as she came out on the street.

“I have been fired,” she said, “and was given 5 minutes to leave the property. I put the 5 minutes to good use.”