Eat Your Greens, Gentlemen

"Let me tell you now, there's no way your going to get the contract, but that is a very nice salad. Thanks for the dinner, let's eat. Better luck next time." he said diving into the iceberg wedge freshly set in front of him.

They both took two bites and fell face first into their salads. Not dead, but not quite alive either. The staff worked quickly to move both men into the pods in the kitchen, then hustled them into a panel van, whisked to them to airport. Onto a cargo plane they went, and off to Ciudad Juarez. From there they were trans-shipped in another plane, one with an odd design. At 40,000 feet they entered a tracon blind spot over the desert. The "plane" reared back on its tail like an angry mule trying to buck off a rider. And then, the unearthly propulsion glowed an odd color of orange. In an instant, it was gone. On board, the two men were placed at a table in an identical restaurant. Well, the view was different. Someone or something had removed dressing and bacon from their faces where they had fallen. There were fresh salads in front of them. They looked at the door as the waiter came in with their steaks. Of course they noticed first that the waiter was green and moved by means of a three foot diameter keratin wheel instead of legs. As he set the steaks in front of them he said, "Gentlemen, you're in for quite a ride..."