To the faxmaster, Seahorse Grill, Astoria, Queens:

Thank you for faithfully faxing your list of lunch specials to our office every weekday. Seeing as you’re in Astoria and we’re in the Flatiron Building, the menu is normally of no use to us. However, should we have to flee Manhattan over the 59th Street Bridge again, we’ll be sure to drop in and give your place a try—the entrees sound quite tasty.

(c) 2001 Tony Hoffman

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