Sushi Nazi Revisited

I ate at Sam's Sushi Tuesday night. I usually manage to stay on his good side, but on this particular night, I crossed a line. I was stuffing my face and chatting with my date when Sam came from behind the counter, walked to our table, picked up my little container of soy sauce off of the table and put it back on my plate. "That's why I put your sushi on a plate, so you don't make such a mess," he said.

I felt chastised.