"Telling you to put on a shirt is not 'McCarthyism'." Despite everything, Eliot still couldn't quite believe he had to explain this to his dishwasher. "It's also not fascism, oppression, or denying you for first amendment rights. So put. A goddamn. Shirt on."
The dishwasher sulked and stormed towards the bathroom, presumably to follow instructions. Though why he had to be in private to put on
a shirt, Eliot didn't know.
"What about using your reach and influence to secretly listen in on our conversations?" the busboy asked. "Is that McCarthyism?"
Eliot gave him a long, blank stare. "No," he said finally. "The squirrels are also not 'McCarthyists'."
"You don't know that," the cook pointed out. "They could totally have a list of the island residents who show anarchist leanings."
"Communist," a server corrected him. "McCarthy was anti-communist."
"Then who was anti-anarchist?"
"Basically everyone else working for the government," Eliot said. "Now can we please
get some actual work done?"
The dishwasher came out of the bathroom wearing a "Frankie says relax" tshirt that was at least three sizes too small for him.
"So," Eliot said, giving up on everything. "That's a 'no', then." Today's specials
A history lesson about the difference between
Sacco and Vanzetti
and Julius and Ethel Rosenberg
Also, you know, FOOD. Since this is a DINER.
Yeah yeah we're all fired w/e
Luke's was open.