There's a coffee shop I eat at now and then. It's near the hospital. I started going in there when I was doing physical therapy. I'm no longer doing therapy, but I still eat there now and then. It's one of those places that has a counter in back for the losers to sit at and not waste space taking up an entire table. I usually sit there. Thing is, you're right back where waitresses hang out. You can easily hear what they say about the customers. Frankly, they're pretty brutal. I wonder what they say about me when I'm not right there. Yesterday, some supposedlycute guy came in. One of the waitresses is trying to fix another waitress up with this guy. I wasn't too impressed--the guy had that serial killer look, but nobody asked me. Alas, the waitress they're trying to fix up is very nice and young enough I could be her grandfather. So, I''m not going to hit on her. The young waitress wasn't too impressed. I doubt she slipped him her phone number. But you never know.
I had scrambled eggs and toast. It was good.