Demand Fish

I book an expensive restaurant for a week, every day the same time, same table, which will be in a prominent, visible place, near the window preferably. I take my place at the table, and without looking at the menu, demand fish. The waiter asks me which fish dish I would like, and I always give the same response:

in a loud, commanding voice.

I then stare straight ahead, until the dishes are served. Carefully, with great attention to detail, I proceed to one by one fill the cloth compartments of my very expensive suit, leaving all else untouched on the plates.

I do not eat any of the food. I leave, pockets stuffed with fish.

I wear the same suit every day.