Richard Curtis

That evening, Mr. Bean put on a clean shirt. He put on his best coat and trousers. He put on his best shoes. T

Then he drove to a restaurant in

aurant in the centre of town.

He arrived at eight o'clock and went inside.

Everybody was wearing their best clothes,

This is a good restaurant for my birthday dinner. '

The manager met him at the door.

Good evening, sir, ' he said.

Good evening, sir, ' he said. 'How are you? Would you like a table for one?'

pulled the chair away from the manager and sat down quickly.

He pulled the chair away from the table. Then he waited for Mr. Bean to sit down. Mr. Bean looked at him.