<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2eqf9j4.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Peter Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">CGDA Benefactor</span></strong><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</div></div></div>I have started to discern a certain style with my dining companion.  She asks that someone order for her with a specific listing of what she wants.  An ordering middle-man?  Did Louis XIV have such a person?<br/><br/>With the language repartee coming to an end, I say<strong>“So am I not prescient Alotaibi?  Did I not predict that Jaclyn would decline alcohol with this meal?  So it’s just as I said, one bottle of wine for the evening.  And you recommended that Cabernet, did you not?”</strong><br/><br/>I chuckle and explain to Jaclyn,<strong>“Alotaibi is a beef expert.  Before you arrived, I asked what sort of meal he’d have—the one last meal concept.  Turns out it’s a filet—I said <em>Egads!</em> not viewing the filet as the best choice, but he said he guaranteed it.  That’s what he had for an order, just waiting for decisions from you.”</strong><br/><br/>I look at Alotaibi,<strong>“Of course, I did not converse in . . . what language was that Jaclyn?”</strong><br/>