... when I go down for my dinner, which on a Friday evening is always a curry. Normally with all the peripherals and paraphernalia laid out on one of the tables, so the Chef can have an early evening of it.
So the galley boy asks me what I want, and I off-handedly reply, "Well, steak, egg and chips would be nice, but I'll help myself from over there, thanks."
Expecting no more, I go over and start helping myself, and the Chef taps me on the shoulder and says, "I have the steak ready, sir, how would you like your eggs?"
Dumbfounded and not a little surprised, I sit down with my first course of salad, and just as I'm polishing off the last tomato, out comes the Chef with a plate of steak, egg and chips.
Amazing.
Thank you very much, Ignacius.