Muggle–Bwahaha! I have to go to NYC twice a year. During the Seinfeld days, someone I do business with asked me if I wanted to go to the Soup Nazi. Huge line outside and it was mid-summer. I declined, fearing humiliation such as George experienced when he asked “Where’s my bread? Aren’t I supposed to get bread?” He was summarily dismissed FOREVER.
The Seinfeld episode I was referring to was the one in which George (probably, or it could have been Kramer?) went to a bank where…most of the details escape me…they promised to give you $100 or something if the teller didn’t greet you properly, such as “Hello! How may I help you?” George’s teller simply said “Yo!” Hilarity ensued.
