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४ जेठ, डडेलधुरा । मकवानपुर र डडेलधुरामा सोमबार भएका दुर्घटनामा १६ जनाको मृत्यु भएको छ भने ६१ जना घाइते भएका छन् ।

पूर्व-पश्चिम राजमार्ग अन्तर्गत मकवानपुरको मनहरी ३ रमनटारमा सोमबार अपरान्ह अनियन्त्रित भएर पल्टिएको बसलाई ट्रकले ठक्कर दिंदा ९ को मृत्यु भएको हो । बसमा सवार २५ घाइते छन् । घाइतेको चितवनस्थित विभिन्न अस्पतालमा उपचार भइरहेको छ । तीमध्ये ५ को अवस्था गम्भीर रहेको प्रहरीले जनाएको छ ।

प्रहरीका अनुसार दुर्घटनामा चितवन वीरेन्द्रनगरका ५० वर्षीय योखा गुरुङ, भारत चम्पारणका ३० वर्षीय असलम मियाँ र नवलपरासी देवचुलीका २६ वर्षीय मिसल गुरुङको मृत्यु भएको छ । बाँकीको राति अबेरसम्म सनाखत हुन सकेको छैन ।

घटनास्थलमा ६ र उपचार क्रममा ३ को मृत्यु भएको इप्रका मनहरीका निरीक्षक मोहन अधिकारीले वताए । मृतकमध्ये ४ को शव हेटौंडा अस्पतालमा राखिएको छ । बाँकीको शव भरतपुरस्थित पुरानो र नयाँ मेडिकल कलेजमा राखिएको छ । मृतकमध्ये ४ महिला र ५ पुरुष रहेका छन् ।

वीरगन्जवाट नारायणगढतर्फ जाँदै गरेको ना५ख ३६९६ नम्वरको बस 'ओभरटेक' गर्ने क्रममा पल्टिएको थियो । त्यसलाई नारायणघाटबाट ढुंगा बोकेर हेटौंडा आइरहेको ना४ख ५७६५ नम्बरको ट्रकले ठक्कर दिएको थियो ।

नारायणघाटतर्फ जादै गरेको अगाडीको बसलाई उछिन्ने क्रममा बसको पछाडिको फलामको पट्टा भाँचिएर दाहिनेतर्फ पल्टिंदा ट्रकले ठक्कर दिएको प्रत्यक्षदर्शी हरिशचन्द्र शाहले वताए । मोडमा 'ओभरटेक' गर्न खोज्दा बसको पट्टा भाँचिएको प्रहरीको दावी छ ।

महेन्द्रनगरबाट दार्चुला जाँदै गरेको महाकाली यातायातको ना ५ ख १६८५ नम्बर यात्रुबाहक बस धनगढी-डडेलधुरा राजमार्गमा पर्ने गांखेत गाविस ८ गैरा सडकखण्डको मेलखर्क नजिक सोमवार साँझ दुर्घटना हुँदा ७ जनाको मृत्यु भएको छ । मृत्यु हुनेमा ४ पुरुष र ३ महिला छन् ।

३६ जना घाइते भएका छन् । घाइतेलाई उपचारका लागि कैलालीको अत्तरियास्थित पद्मा अस्पतालमा लगिएको छ ।

बस सडकबाट करिब डेढ सय मिटर तल खसेको छ । अहिले सम्म ७ जनाको मृत्यु भएको खबर प्राप्त भएको डडेल्धुराका प्रहरी प्रमुख डिएसपि योगेन्द्रबहादुर थापाले बताए । दुर्घटनामा मृत्यु भएका मध्ये ४ जनाको मात्र सनाखत भएको घटनास्थल पुगेका प्रहरीले जनाएकोछ । मृत्यु हुनेमा डडेलधुरा जोगबुडाकी राजमती धामी, डडेलधुरा गांखेत गाविस ८ का डम्वर बिक, अपि नगरपालिका ६ दार्चुलाकी परुली धामी र ठेगाना नखुलेका महादेव भट्ट रहेका छन ।

दुर्घटनाको कारण खुल्न सकेको छैन । प्रहरीले प्रारम्भिक अनुसन्धान सुरु गरेको जनाएको छ ।

४ जेठ, टेक्सास । अमेरिकाको टेक्सास राज्यको वाको सहरमा सोमबार प्रतिद्वन्द्वी बाइकर समूहबीच भएको गोली हानाहानमा ९ जनाको मृत्यु र सयौं घाइते भएका छन् । सेन्ट्रल टेक्सास मार्केट प्लेसको रुपमा चिनिने ट्वीन पिक्स स्पोर्टस बार र सपिंग एरियाको ग्रिलमा उक्त घटना भएको थियो ।

आठको घट्नास्थलमा र एकको अस्पतालमा उपचारको क्रममा मृत्यु भएको थियो । दुई समुहबीचको गोलीबारीले उक्त क्षेत्र लगभग युद्ध मैदानमा परिणत भएको प्रत्यक्षदर्शीहरुले बताए । त्यहाँ ३० बन्दुकबाट सयौं राउण्ड गोली प्रहार भएको दाबी गरिएको छ । घटनास्थलमा सशस्त्र प्रहरी नआइपुग्दासम्म उक्त क्षेत्रमा रहेका रेष्टुरेन्ट व्यवसायी र ग्राहकहरु भित्रै लुकेर बसेका थिए । उनीहरुलाई पछि स्कर्टिंग गरेर निकालिएको थियो ।

पार्किङ क्षेत्रमा भएको यो घटनामा ५ समूह संलग्न रहेका थिए । मुक्काबाट सुरु भएको यो भिडन्त चेन, लाठी, छुरा हुँदै बन्दुकसम्म पुगेको थियो । त्यो क्षेत्रमा ३४ वर्षको अवधिमा भएको सबैभन्दा ठूलो आतंकपूर्ण घटना मानिएको छ ।

A few people in suits and dresses milled around outside the front door. It was five minutes until the dining room opened for business, and usually there were a few tables worth of people waiting to bust the doors down and commence their fine dining experience. The first diners of the day always had a hurried immediacy to them, engulfing their basket of rolls and polishing off their beverages as if they had been waiting for weeks. And boy were they cranky if you didn't refill their ice teas and coffees before they were halfway finished. Boy did they let you know when they needed more bread and butter. They liked to snap their fingers and say, Garçon, more bread and butter, toot sweet.[blockquote]Candy pulled up in her little Honda Civic just as I was cleaning the very last window. Candy was the opening waitress, and had signed her fair share of EDFs[/blockquote]
. She was late. I saw her spring from the car with her hair confused, her white shirt halfway buttoned, the cigarette hanging from her lips one drag away from the filter
. Mr. Spatz unlocked the front door to let the extravagant loiterers into the Peachy Burroughs Terrace, and the line of customers spilling into the dining room blocked my view.
Mr. Spatz sat three tables. He flashed the same pained smile while explaining the daily specials and soup that he did while extolling the virtues of proper dining etiquette to trainees, or pointing out someone's failure to perform within the expected parameters. His smile made Spatz look like he suffered from a painful and extended constipation.
"Hey, you," he said to me. Andrew never remembered my name. Charlie I told him. "Charlie? Yeah, Charlie. Will you take some bread out?" I shrugged and told him I guessed so. His smile faded and he gave me a dark look like take the bread or else. So I took the bread. Some people have no sense of humor.

Cirilo dropped the water. I dropped the bread. Andrew walked out from the cocktail lounge with a tray full of martinis and cocktails, and also a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket. Appetizers, anyone want appetizers? he asked. One table ordered the crab cakes. Another table ordered the artichoke picata. The last table just wanted to sip on their champagne for a while.

A group of three people walked in the front door and stood next to the Please wait to be seated sign. Since Mr. Spatz was nowhere to be seen, I took the initiative. It was a younger couple with an older man. The couple wore matching tennis outfits that made them look like some freaky combination of sibling and spouse, with feathered blond hair and sparkling teeth. The older man wore a blue blazer with a tiny insignia like a coat of arms on one side and a white captain's hat, as if he had sailed to Peachy Burroughs in his yacht, even though the nearest marina was about two hundred miles away. I gave them some menus. Cirilo dropped some water. I dropped some bread. We stood around in the rear of the dining room with our hands clasped together behind our backs like we'd been trained to do, waiting for something to happen.I did none of those things. I walked through the door into the kitchen and past the cooks and the lazy-eyed dishwasher. I walked up the stairs to the employee break room, taking one slow step at a time and unbuttoning my vest as I went. As I reached the top of the stairs I removed my vest and crumpled it into a wad of material. I had visions of slamming it down in the trashcan in the employee break room. But then I decided I would keep the vest as collateral, until I got my paycheck. It felt almost like I was taking a hostage I found Candy in the break room applying a coat of lipstick with the help of a small mirror. She had straight blonde hair and a quick smile, and when she spoke her voice sounded like it was filtering through gravel lodged in her throat. When she turned and saw me, her face lit up. "Hey, Charlie. How you doing?"

I wanted to tell her it was going crappy, but instead I said I was okay.

A few people in suits and dresses milled around outside the front door. It was five minutes until the dining room opened for business, and usually there were a few tables worth of people waiting to bust the doors down and commence their fine dining experience. The first diners of the day always had a hurried immediacy to them, engulfing their basket of rolls and polishing off their beverages as if they had been waiting for weeks. And boy were they cranky if you didn't refill their ice teas and coffees before they were halfway finished. Boy did they let you know when they needed more bread and butter. They liked to snap their fingers and say, Garçon, more bread and butter, toot sweet.[blockquote]Candy pulled up in her little Honda Civic just as I was cleaning the very last window. Candy was the opening waitress, and had signed her fair share of EDFs[/blockquote]
. She was late. I saw her spring from the car with her hair confused, her white shirt halfway buttoned, the cigarette hanging from her lips one drag away from the filter
. Mr. Spatz unlocked the front door to let the extravagant loiterers into the Peachy Burroughs Terrace, and the line of customers spilling into the dining room blocked my view.
Mr. Spatz sat three tables. He flashed the same pained smile while explaining the daily specials and soup that he did while extolling the virtues of proper dining etiquette to trainees, or pointing out someone's failure to perform within the expected parameters. His smile made Spatz look like he suffered from a painful and extended constipation.
"Hey, you," he said to me. Andrew never remembered my name. Charlie I told him. "Charlie? Yeah, Charlie. Will you take some bread out?" I shrugged and told him I guessed so. His smile faded and he gave me a dark look like take the bread or else. So I took the bread. Some people have no sense of humor.

Cirilo dropped the water. I dropped the bread. Andrew walked out from the cocktail lounge with a tray full of martinis and cocktails, and also a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket. Appetizers, anyone want appetizers? he asked. One table ordered the crab cakes. Another table ordered the artichoke picata. The last table just wanted to sip on their champagne for a while.

A group of three people walked in the front door and stood next to the Please wait to be seated sign. Since Mr. Spatz was nowhere to be seen, I took the initiative. It was a younger couple with an older man. The couple wore matching tennis outfits that made them look like some freaky combination of sibling and spouse, with feathered blond hair and sparkling teeth. The older man wore a blue blazer with a tiny insignia like a coat of arms on one side and a white captain's hat, as if he had sailed to Peachy Burroughs in his yacht, even though the nearest marina was about two hundred miles away. I gave them some menus. Cirilo dropped some water. I dropped some bread. We stood around in the rear of the dining room with our hands clasped together behind our backs like we'd been trained to do, waiting for something to happen.I did none of those things. I walked through the door into the kitchen and past the cooks and the lazy-eyed dishwasher. I walked up the stairs to the employee break room, taking one slow step at a time and unbuttoning my vest as I went. As I reached the top of the stairs I removed my vest and crumpled it into a wad of material. I had visions of slamming it down in the trashcan in the employee break room. But then I decided I would keep the vest as collateral, until I got my paycheck. It felt almost like I was taking a hostage I found Candy in the break room applying a coat of lipstick with the help of a small mirror. She had straight blonde hair and a quick smile, and when she spoke her voice sounded like it was filtering through gravel lodged in her throat. When she turned and saw me, her face lit up. "Hey, Charlie. How you doing?"

I wanted to tell her it was going crappy, but instead I said I was okay.

A few people in suits and dresses milled around outside the front door. It was five minutes until the dining room opened for business, and usually there were a few tables worth of people waiting to bust the doors down and commence their fine dining experience. The first diners of the day always had a hurried immediacy to them, engulfing their basket of rolls and polishing off their beverages as if they had been waiting for weeks. And boy were they cranky if you didn't refill their ice teas and coffees before they were halfway finished. Boy did they let you know when they needed more bread and butter. They liked to snap their fingers and say, Garçon, more bread and butter, toot sweet.[blockquote]Candy pulled up in her little Honda Civic just as I was cleaning the very last window. Candy was the opening waitress, and had signed her fair share of EDFs[/blockquote]
. She was late. I saw her spring from the car with her hair confused, her white shirt halfway buttoned, the cigarette hanging from her lips one drag away from the filter
. Mr. Spatz unlocked the front door to let the extravagant loiterers into the Peachy Burroughs Terrace, and the line of customers spilling into the dining room blocked my view.
Mr. Spatz sat three tables. He flashed the same pained smile while explaining the daily specials and soup that he did while extolling the virtues of proper dining etiquette to trainees, or pointing out someone's failure to perform within the expected parameters. His smile made Spatz look like he suffered from a painful and extended constipation.
"Hey, you," he said to me. Andrew never remembered my name. Charlie I told him. "Charlie? Yeah, Charlie. Will you take some bread out?" I shrugged and told him I guessed so. His smile faded and he gave me a dark look like take the bread or else. So I took the bread. Some people have no sense of humor.

Cirilo dropped the water. I dropped the bread. Andrew walked out from the cocktail lounge with a tray full of martinis and cocktails, and also a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket. Appetizers, anyone want appetizers? he asked. One table ordered the crab cakes. Another table ordered the artichoke picata. The last table just wanted to sip on their champagne for a while.

A group of three people walked in the front door and stood next to the Please wait to be seated sign. Since Mr. Spatz was nowhere to be seen, I took the initiative. It was a younger couple with an older man. The couple wore matching tennis outfits that made them look like some freaky combination of sibling and spouse, with feathered blond hair and sparkling teeth. The older man wore a blue blazer with a tiny insignia like a coat of arms on one side and a white captain's hat, as if he had sailed to Peachy Burroughs in his yacht, even though the nearest marina was about two hundred miles away. I gave them some menus. Cirilo dropped some water. I dropped some bread. We stood around in the rear of the dining room with our hands clasped together behind our backs like we'd been trained to do, waiting for something to happen.I did none of those things. I walked through the door into the kitchen and past the cooks and the lazy-eyed dishwasher. I walked up the stairs to the employee break room, taking one slow step at a time and unbuttoning my vest as I went. As I reached the top of the stairs I removed my vest and crumpled it into a wad of material. I had visions of slamming it down in the trashcan in the employee break room. But then I decided I would keep the vest as collateral, until I got my paycheck. It felt almost like I was taking a hostage I found Candy in the break room applying a coat of lipstick with the help of a small mirror. She had straight blonde hair and a quick smile, and when she spoke her voice sounded like it was filtering through gravel lodged in her throat. When she turned and saw me, her face lit up. "Hey, Charlie. How you doing?"

I wanted to tell her it was going crappy, but instead I said I was okay.

A few people in suits and dresses milled around outside the front door. It was five minutes until the dining room opened for business, and usually there were a few tables worth of people waiting to bust the doors down and commence their fine dining experience. The first diners of the day always had a hurried immediacy to them, engulfing their basket of rolls and polishing off their beverages as if they had been waiting for weeks. And boy were they cranky if you didn't refill their ice teas and coffees before they were halfway finished. Boy did they let you know when they needed more bread and butter. They liked to snap their fingers and say, Garçon, more bread and butter, toot sweet.[blockquote]Candy pulled up in her little Honda Civic just as I was cleaning the very last window. Candy was the opening waitress, and had signed her fair share of EDFs[/blockquote]
. She was late. I saw her spring from the car with her hair confused, her white shirt halfway buttoned, the cigarette hanging from her lips one drag away from the filter
. Mr. Spatz unlocked the front door to let the extravagant loiterers into the Peachy Burroughs Terrace, and the line of customers spilling into the dining room blocked my view.
Mr. Spatz sat three tables. He flashed the same pained smile while explaining the daily specials and soup that he did while extolling the virtues of proper dining etiquette to trainees, or pointing out someone's failure to perform within the expected parameters. His smile made Spatz look like he suffered from a painful and extended constipation.
"Hey, you," he said to me. Andrew never remembered my name. Charlie I told him. "Charlie? Yeah, Charlie. Will you take some bread out?" I shrugged and told him I guessed so. His smile faded and he gave me a dark look like take the bread or else. So I took the bread. Some people have no sense of humor.

Cirilo dropped the water. I dropped the bread. Andrew walked out from the cocktail lounge with a tray full of martinis and cocktails, and also a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket. Appetizers, anyone want appetizers? he asked. One table ordered the crab cakes. Another table ordered the artichoke picata. The last table just wanted to sip on their champagne for a while.

A group of three people walked in the front door and stood next to the Please wait to be seated sign. Since Mr. Spatz was nowhere to be seen, I took the initiative. It was a younger couple with an older man. The couple wore matching tennis outfits that made them look like some freaky combination of sibling and spouse, with feathered blond hair and sparkling teeth. The older man wore a blue blazer with a tiny insignia like a coat of arms on one side and a white captain's hat, as if he had sailed to Peachy Burroughs in his yacht, even though the nearest marina was about two hundred miles away. I gave them some menus. Cirilo dropped some water. I dropped some bread. We stood around in the rear of the dining room with our hands clasped together behind our backs like we'd been trained to do, waiting for something to happen.I did none of those things. I walked through the door into the kitchen and past the cooks and the lazy-eyed dishwasher. I walked up the stairs to the employee break room, taking one slow step at a time and unbuttoning my vest as I went. As I reached the top of the stairs I removed my vest and crumpled it into a wad of material. I had visions of slamming it down in the trashcan in the employee break room. But then I decided I would keep the vest as collateral, until I got my paycheck. It felt almost like I was taking a hostage I found Candy in the break room applying a coat of lipstick with the help of a small mirror. She had straight blonde hair and a quick smile, and when she spoke her voice sounded like it was filtering through gravel lodged in her throat. When she turned and saw me, her face lit up. "Hey, Charlie. How you doing?"

I wanted to tell her it was going crappy, but instead I said I was okay.

A few people in suits and dresses milled around outside the front door. It was five minutes until the dining room opened for business, and usually there were a few tables worth of people waiting to bust the doors down and commence their fine dining experience. The first diners of the day always had a hurried immediacy to them, engulfing their basket of rolls and polishing off their beverages as if they had been waiting for weeks. And boy were they cranky if you didn't refill their ice teas and coffees before they were halfway finished. Boy did they let you know when they needed more bread and butter. They liked to snap their fingers and say, Garçon, more bread and butter, toot sweet.[blockquote]Candy pulled up in her little Honda Civic just as I was cleaning the very last window. Candy was the opening waitress, and had signed her fair share of EDFs[/blockquote]
. She was late. I saw her spring from the car with her hair confused, her white shirt halfway buttoned, the cigarette hanging from her lips one drag away from the filter
. Mr. Spatz unlocked the front door to let the extravagant loiterers into the Peachy Burroughs Terrace, and the line of customers spilling into the dining room blocked my view.
Mr. Spatz sat three tables. He flashed the same pained smile while explaining the daily specials and soup that he did while extolling the virtues of proper dining etiquette to trainees, or pointing out someone's failure to perform within the expected parameters. His smile made Spatz look like he suffered from a painful and extended constipation.
"Hey, you," he said to me. Andrew never remembered my name. Charlie I told him. "Charlie? Yeah, Charlie. Will you take some bread out?" I shrugged and told him I guessed so. His smile faded and he gave me a dark look like take the bread or else. So I took the bread. Some people have no sense of humor.

Cirilo dropped the water. I dropped the bread. Andrew walked out from the cocktail lounge with a tray full of martinis and cocktails, and also a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket. Appetizers, anyone want appetizers? he asked. One table ordered the crab cakes. Another table ordered the artichoke picata. The last table just wanted to sip on their champagne for a while.

A group of three people walked in the front door and stood next to the Please wait to be seated sign. Since Mr. Spatz was nowhere to be seen, I took the initiative. It was a younger couple with an older man. The couple wore matching tennis outfits that made them look like some freaky combination of sibling and spouse, with feathered blond hair and sparkling teeth. The older man wore a blue blazer with a tiny insignia like a coat of arms on one side and a white captain's hat, as if he had sailed to Peachy Burroughs in his yacht, even though the nearest marina was about two hundred miles away. I gave them some menus. Cirilo dropped some water. I dropped some bread. We stood around in the rear of the dining room with our hands clasped together behind our backs like we'd been trained to do, waiting for something to happen.I did none of those things. I walked through the door into the kitchen and past the cooks and the lazy-eyed dishwasher. I walked up the stairs to the employee break room, taking one slow step at a time and unbuttoning my vest as I went. As I reached the top of the stairs I removed my vest and crumpled it into a wad of material. I had visions of slamming it down in the trashcan in the employee break room. But then I decided I would keep the vest as collateral, until I got my paycheck. It felt almost like I was taking a hostage I found Candy in the break room applying a coat of lipstick with the help of a small mirror. She had straight blonde hair and a quick smile, and when she spoke her voice sounded like it was filtering through gravel lodged in her throat. When she turned and saw me, her face lit up. "Hey, Charlie. How you doing?"

I wanted to tell her it was going crappy, but instead I said I was okay.

म्याग्दीको बेनी नगरपालिका–१३ स्थित सिँगा तातोपानी तलाउमा डुब्दा विभिन्न खाले रोग निको हुने हुँदा प्राकृतिक उपचारका लागि विभिन्न ठाउँबाट मानिसहरु तातोपानी पुग्ने गर्छन् ।

The 828-metre high facade of Burj Khalifa will this year feature an illuminated LED screen that projects a mesmerising show as the iconic building once again becomes the centre of world attention to welcome in the New Year.

The show will complement the world’s most-awaited and most-watched fireworks spectacle that will mark the dawn of 2015 in unprecedented splendour.

Downtown Dubai New Year’s Eve Gala, by global developer Emaar Properties, is set to be the grandest yet with a breath-taking six-part firework, laser and light show that sweeps through Downtown Dubai, while the LED screen wrapped around Burj Khalifa is billed to create one of the world’s brightest illuminations to date.

The astounding spectacle will use the world’s most advanced pyrotechnics and LED illumination technology.

The event will welcome tens of thousands of visitors for the live event and will be watched by billions globally through live satellite feeds.

The visual display, a rich tribute to Dubai, its leadership, and the UAE’s 43 years of impressive achievements on the Burj Khalifa LED screen, will create a magical and unforgettable experience for spectators before and after the much-awaited countdown.

Custom-engineered for Burj Khalifa, the concept of this year’s LED display and fireworks is to present Burj Khalifa as a ‘living entity’ befitting its epithets of ‘A Virtual City’ and ‘A Living Wonder.’

The six-part display will highlight the innovative and dynamic architecture of the world’s tallest building with a never-before pyrotechnic design.

Ahmad Al Matrooshi, managing director of Emaar Properties, said: “The Downtown Dubai New Year’s Eve Gala has defined its credentials in a short span of time as the world’s most-watched New Year’s Eve spectacle surpassing the visitor turnout at celebrations in New York, Sydney and London.

“With visitors from all over the world arriving to join in the festivities, the event has become a defining spectacle that adds to the pride of Dubai.”

“This year, the celebrations will be grandest to date with an unprecedented array of fascinating pyrotechnics and the world’s first-of-its-kind LED illumination on Burj Khalifa.

“With the festive event, we are underlining the positivity of Dubai, a city that brings hope, cheer and optimism to people in the region and across the world.”

Gold and silver strobe light effects will illuminate the tower in the first act, which will be complemented by fireworks displays from across buildings in Downtown Dubai illuminating the Dubai sky in a wash of brilliance.

The second act will dress Burj Khalifa in colourful rings and volcanic waves, lending the tower a rainbow effect with the displays scaling up and down the 828 metres high building.

The third act creates a constellation of twinkling golden stars in a glitter of pink resembling a shower of stars over Downtown Dubai, while the next will feature a wave of cyclonic light effects enveloping the tower.

The final two acts will be the crescendo, with quivering light sequins covering Burj Khalifa, before the final countdown begins for a never-before-seen spectacle.

The highest manmade point on earth will become home to a million stars in this brilliant finale.

Visitors to Downtown Dubai can watch the spectacle from various vantage points in Burj Park as well as Mohammed Bin Rashid Boulevard.

A few people in suits and dresses milled around outside the front door. It was five minutes until the dining room opened for business, and usually there were a few tables worth of people waiting to bust the doors down and commence their fine dining experience. The first diners of the day always had a hurried immediacy to them, engulfing their basket of rolls and polishing off their beverages as if they had been waiting for weeks. And boy were they cranky if you didn't refill their ice teas and coffees before they were halfway finished. Boy did they let you know when they needed more bread and butter. They liked to snap their fingers and say, Garçon, more bread and butter, toot sweet.[blockquote]Candy pulled up in her little Honda Civic just as I was cleaning the very last window. Candy was the opening waitress, and had signed her fair share of EDFs[/blockquote]
. She was late. I saw her spring from the car with her hair confused, her white shirt halfway buttoned, the cigarette hanging from her lips one drag away from the filter
. Mr. Spatz unlocked the front door to let the extravagant loiterers into the Peachy Burroughs Terrace, and the line of customers spilling into the dining room blocked my view.
Mr. Spatz sat three tables. He flashed the same pained smile while explaining the daily specials and soup that he did while extolling the virtues of proper dining etiquette to trainees, or pointing out someone's failure to perform within the expected parameters. His smile made Spatz look like he suffered from a painful and extended constipation.
"Hey, you," he said to me. Andrew never remembered my name. Charlie I told him. "Charlie? Yeah, Charlie. Will you take some bread out?" I shrugged and told him I guessed so. His smile faded and he gave me a dark look like take the bread or else. So I took the bread. Some people have no sense of humor.

Cirilo dropped the water. I dropped the bread. Andrew walked out from the cocktail lounge with a tray full of martinis and cocktails, and also a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket. Appetizers, anyone want appetizers? he asked. One table ordered the crab cakes. Another table ordered the artichoke picata. The last table just wanted to sip on their champagne for a while.

A group of three people walked in the front door and stood next to the Please wait to be seated sign. Since Mr. Spatz was nowhere to be seen, I took the initiative. It was a younger couple with an older man. The couple wore matching tennis outfits that made them look like some freaky combination of sibling and spouse, with feathered blond hair and sparkling teeth. The older man wore a blue blazer with a tiny insignia like a coat of arms on one side and a white captain's hat, as if he had sailed to Peachy Burroughs in his yacht, even though the nearest marina was about two hundred miles away. I gave them some menus. Cirilo dropped some water. I dropped some bread. We stood around in the rear of the dining room with our hands clasped together behind our backs like we'd been trained to do, waiting for something to happen.I did none of those things. I walked through the door into the kitchen and past the cooks and the lazy-eyed dishwasher. I walked up the stairs to the employee break room, taking one slow step at a time and unbuttoning my vest as I went. As I reached the top of the stairs I removed my vest and crumpled it into a wad of material. I had visions of slamming it down in the trashcan in the employee break room. But then I decided I would keep the vest as collateral, until I got my paycheck. It felt almost like I was taking a hostage I found Candy in the break room applying a coat of lipstick with the help of a small mirror. She had straight blonde hair and a quick smile, and when she spoke her voice sounded like it was filtering through gravel lodged in her throat. When she turned and saw me, her face lit up. "Hey, Charlie. How you doing?"

I wanted to tell her it was going crappy, but instead I said I was okay.

कायरो, जेठ ३ – बन्दुकधारीले इजिप्टमा शनिबार तीन जना न्यायाधीशको गोलीहानी हत्या गरेका छन् ।

बन्दुकधारीले शनिबार इजिप्टको सिनाई प्रान्तमा ती न्यायाधीशको हत्या गरेका हुन् । सिनाई इजिप्टको द्वन्द्वग्रस्त प्रायद्वीप हो ।

इजिप्टको राजधानी कायरोमा शनिबारै त्यहाँका पूर्व राष्ट्रपति मोहमद मोर्सीलाई मृत्युदण्डको सजाय सुनाएको केही घन्टापछि मात्र ती न्यायाधीशमाथि बन्दुकधारीले गोली प्रहार गरेका हुन् ।

सो क्षेत्रमा यसअघि पनि पूर्व राष्ट्रपति मोर्सीका समर्थहरुले प्रहरी र सरकारी अधिकारीहरुमाथि आक्रमण गर्ने गरेका थिए ।

तर त्यस हत्याको जिम्मेवारी भने कसैले लिएको छैन । प्रहरीले हत्याराको खोजीकार्य जारी रहेको बताएको छ ।

 

A few people in suits and dresses milled around outside the front door. It was five minutes until the dining room opened for business, and usually there were a few tables worth of people waiting to bust the doors down and commence their fine dining experience. The first diners of the day always had a hurried immediacy to them, engulfing their basket of rolls and polishing off their beverages as if they had been waiting for weeks. And boy were they cranky if you didn't refill their ice teas and coffees before they were halfway finished. Boy did they let you know when they needed more bread and butter. They liked to snap their fingers and say, Garçon, more bread and butter, toot sweet.[blockquote]Candy pulled up in her little Honda Civic just as I was cleaning the very last window. Candy was the opening waitress, and had signed her fair share of EDFs[/blockquote]
. She was late. I saw her spring from the car with her hair confused, her white shirt halfway buttoned, the cigarette hanging from her lips one drag away from the filter
. Mr. Spatz unlocked the front door to let the extravagant loiterers into the Peachy Burroughs Terrace, and the line of customers spilling into the dining room blocked my view.
Mr. Spatz sat three tables. He flashed the same pained smile while explaining the daily specials and soup that he did while extolling the virtues of proper dining etiquette to trainees, or pointing out someone's failure to perform within the expected parameters. His smile made Spatz look like he suffered from a painful and extended constipation.
"Hey, you," he said to me. Andrew never remembered my name. Charlie I told him. "Charlie? Yeah, Charlie. Will you take some bread out?" I shrugged and told him I guessed so. His smile faded and he gave me a dark look like take the bread or else. So I took the bread. Some people have no sense of humor.

Cirilo dropped the water. I dropped the bread. Andrew walked out from the cocktail lounge with a tray full of martinis and cocktails, and also a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket. Appetizers, anyone want appetizers? he asked. One table ordered the crab cakes. Another table ordered the artichoke picata. The last table just wanted to sip on their champagne for a while.

A group of three people walked in the front door and stood next to the Please wait to be seated sign. Since Mr. Spatz was nowhere to be seen, I took the initiative. It was a younger couple with an older man. The couple wore matching tennis outfits that made them look like some freaky combination of sibling and spouse, with feathered blond hair and sparkling teeth. The older man wore a blue blazer with a tiny insignia like a coat of arms on one side and a white captain's hat, as if he had sailed to Peachy Burroughs in his yacht, even though the nearest marina was about two hundred miles away. I gave them some menus. Cirilo dropped some water. I dropped some bread. We stood around in the rear of the dining room with our hands clasped together behind our backs like we'd been trained to do, waiting for something to happen.I did none of those things. I walked through the door into the kitchen and past the cooks and the lazy-eyed dishwasher. I walked up the stairs to the employee break room, taking one slow step at a time and unbuttoning my vest as I went. As I reached the top of the stairs I removed my vest and crumpled it into a wad of material. I had visions of slamming it down in the trashcan in the employee break room. But then I decided I would keep the vest as collateral, until I got my paycheck. It felt almost like I was taking a hostage I found Candy in the break room applying a coat of lipstick with the help of a small mirror. She had straight blonde hair and a quick smile, and when she spoke her voice sounded like it was filtering through gravel lodged in her throat. When she turned and saw me, her face lit up. "Hey, Charlie. How you doing?"

I wanted to tell her it was going crappy, but instead I said I was okay.