communist
"Waiter." he said. "There's a fly in my soup."
The waiter sighed, and ignored the man. It seemed his life was full of 'waiter waiter' jokes these days. It was hard enough at home, with his father, the professional clown, red nose and long shoes. Knock knock, waiter waiter, chickens crossing roads.... his father's repertoire was scarred into his brain.
"Waiter waiter, I've got a dirty spoon..."
He grit his teeth and carried on. It didn't get any better.