LowComDom Performances Presents
Eric had been a waiter ever since he was in high school. Now in his fifties, he still served people their meals in the same restaurant he loved so dearly. One day, though, Eric suffered a fatal heart attack.
His grief-stricken wife, Fannie, was also a firm beiever in spiritualism, and was certain that she would be able to talk to her departed husband's spirit. For months she attempted to contact him through an assorted number of psychics and spiritualists, but all to no avail.
One night, while thinking it over, she realized that the reason she had so much trouble was because his spirit would remain haunting the place where he spent most of his time: the restaurant! She called up the restaurant and spoke to his old boss. The man, willing to do anything to comfort a late employee's widow, agreed to let her stage a seance at the restaurant after closing time.
The night of the seance, Fannie sat at a table, clearing her mind, and softly she spoke: "Eric, can you hear me?"
"Hello, Fannie. How's by you?" came the unmistakeable sound of Eric's voice.
"Eric, I can barely hear you. Could you speak a little louder?"
"I can't speak louder. It was always bad for my heart and look what happened when I did!"
"Well, can you move a little closer to me?"
"No, that I cannot do."
"I'm sorry, but that's not my table."