Slavery

I was waitressing the other day at the pub, at a table with two young boys, who had ordered a seafood platter, which I thought was very sophisticated of them. As I removed their plates and wiped the debris of crab, prawns and mussel detritus, one of them looked up at me and asked in a very serious voice: 'Are you a slave?'

That was quite a hard question to answer. It did make me chuckle.

I wish I'd said yes.