 Who seemed to get the least annoyed at the restaurant?
During the day, by actual count, I heard the phrase "I'm just spitballing" eight times, and another Madison Avenue favorite, "The whole ball of wax," twelve times. The Sun was out again and a man with a stick was exercising his flock of pigeons. Since our building is usually very well behaved, I was astonished to hear what sounded like an incipient free-for-all, and among the angry voices I recognized that of my neighbor, Nat, a very quiet guy who works on a newspaper and has never, to my knowledge, given wild parties, particularly in the late afternoon. There were four men confronting him, evidently torn between the desire to make an angry exit and the impulse to stay and beat him up.
 the waiter
 the man who ordered cold cuts  the lady in the evening gown  the waiter  the bartender