The waiter in the Indian restaurant brings me water.

Me: Do you have anything to read? Like a newspaper or a magazine?

Waiter: Yes, yes.

He hands me a copy of the Post.

Me: Know what? I work there, actually.

He points to the cover, to the pretty actress on it.

Waiter: You? This is you?

The headline reads, "Actress in Death Mystery."

Waiter: Very nice.

Awkward silence.

Me: Thank you.