The menu was, at first glance, a selection

They waiter looked at the Hostess. She was a 16-year old Thai girl but she nodded coolly (like Boba Fett). The Waiter put a glove on, reached into his vest for the real menu which

was scrawled upon a cocktail napkin in hurried ink. It read

'Pick up dry cleaning Tuesday.' Obviously a message in code. What could it mean?

Who were the mysterious men in hats, with their seeming endless supply of post-it notes, who were taking over his life? "Thursday -- call library." Why did

they know that I wanted to extend my loan of "How to become more organized & take control of your life"? The next post it note was pasted on the windshield of my car and read "

"Duck!" While I was looking around for a duck, a baseball slammed into my head. From where I now lay on the pavement I saw another post it note that read,

"1. Jar of Mayonnaise, 2. Tin of Skoal Mint, 3. Loaf of WonderBread, 4. Pair of white ankle socks, 5. Trampoline, 6.

Xylophone." His odd version of the Six Days of Purim a la Twelve Days of Christmas simply bombed. Ever since that night,

he broke out in hives at the sound of a xylophone, so he avoided marching bands with a passion - and stocked up on calamine lotion and various ointments and salves - just in case.