Raspberry Sorbet, East Coast Style

so, as a visiting scholar in america, i am at a posh restaurant (the only thing posh about it is the restaurant, before you get any ideas), and after having had my fish, the waiter reads the desert menu to me (as they do in posh restaurants), and of course, it ends with the sorbet. i 'consider' the sorbet for a while, and say what the heck, as we are in america, and have the sorbet, AND the espresso (not like some other characters who, fighting calories, decide AGAINST the sorbet and only have the espresso). and then i walk back home in my victorian shoes. i get a sore left tonsil from the sorbet and still i am content, walking over the bridge towards home, as only the untermensch do in america, breathing in the spring air.