
This bothered the waitress to the extent that she wouldn't come back to our table. I tried to explain to her that the duck had just had a really bad day (hence, the dart stuck in his head) and that the drink was to cheer him up. She said, "You're not going to drink that?" I said, "No, I ordered it for the duck." She looked at me so strangely and said.. "Then why did you order extra salt?!" ... and that was the last I saw of her. All in all, though, it was a very nice night. The duck was still bummed, but a little more relaxed. I'm pretty sure that I heard him say something about ... sometimes when his muse comes out of the dive bar that she's been hanging out in she's a little too drunk for her own good. Times like that he'd rather not be responsible for the watercolor-ee mishmash that comes out of her head. It was probably just the dart talking.