Glop Nearth Poogletorn finished what was probably his millionth so-so meal. He had already decided to give this restaurant a bad review before he even entered the establishment for dinner this evening, that was just how Nearth approached every restaurant he was about to review, ‘have them start and the bottom and work their way up,’ that was his motto. A bad review was uncommon coming from Nearth, but a horrible career ending, closed for business sign out the next day, was much more common.
However; today Nearth had been in a good mood, he was somewhat looking forward to spending his evening at a restaurant, which was unusually because Nearth hated his job as restaurant critic, and hated going to restaurants even more. Maybe it was the fact his fourth ex-wife, or maybe it was his fifth, but either way one of the money stealing leaches, had gone to the circus that day and been shot out of a cannon. A smile creased his plump lips even now as he thought about it. When his daughter called him, tears streaming down her face on the screen because mom had been shot out of a cannon, all she could say was they still hadn’t found all the pieces. After Nearth stopped laughing he asked how it had happened, and she told him that the circus said it had been an unfortunate accident. “When the ring master asked for a volunteer, he was unaware the plant who was supposed to be sitting in the audience had left to go to the bathroom,” sobbed his daughter Plop Plop Poogeltorn. How; in all the planets of the Sulorque federation could someone accidentally get shot out of a cannon, well if someone could do it, it was his fourth ex-wife or was it his twentieth wife that was more prone to that sort of thing, he could never remember he had so many money grubbing leaches.
Nearth let out a pleased sigh as he waited for his transportation flyer to be brought. The evening was pleasantly warm and quiet, of all the planets in the federation Shhhuuk was very agreeable to the three hundred plus pound Nearth.
“Mr. Poogletorn, Mr. Poogletorn,” said the restaurant owner as he came out of his place of business.
Even after the admonishment from Nearth not to call him Mr. Poogletorn, the owner continued to do so. At this pace his restaurant the Shhhuuk Shhhuuk Dim was about to get a horrible review, which meant it would have an out of business sign on the door tomorrow.
“Please Mr. Poogletorn, could you be as kind as to tell me your thoughts of my place?” asked the owner in his hissing speech.
“Don’t call me Mr. Poogletorn,” said Nearth as he turned away from the owner, far be it from him the most renowned restaurant critic in the federation to let the owner of a restaurant influence his decision. When it came to restaurants and food he was unbiased, he hated them all unless they proved otherwise. And in the millions he had reviewed few have proven themselves.
“But Mr. Poogletorn how was your day?” asked the owner with a sly smile.
“My day?” said Nearth in a loud questioning voice. “My day was exceptional, one of the best days I’ve had in a long time, my ex-wife….” Nearth trailed off as he looked at the knowing smile the owner wore. “Why do you want to know about my day?” asked Nearth with a questioning eye toward the owner.
“All I would like to say Mr. Poogletorn is that the evening meal should be the culmination of the day,” hissed the owner slyly. “One cannot have a good meal, if one does not have a good day. I hope your day was pleasant,” the owner bowed slightly and walked away.
Nearth stood outside the restaurant and thought to himself, “I think the owner is right, the evening meal is the culmination of the day, maybe I’ll overlook that he kept calling me Mr. Poogletorn. Maybe he’ll get a good review, but just this once,” Nearth wore a big smile as his transportation flyer was brought up. “Maybe I’ll even come back here, after all I still have another twenty - four money hungry ex-wives,” mumbled Nearth with a huge grin. Today was a good day and the meal was even…good.