Here’s my life: It’s Tuesday around 1, so of course I’m taking the order (soup and salad, natch) of two elderly ladies. They apparently killed the final minutes before entering the restaurant’s doors by crushing and snorting Adderall off the console of their deceased husband’s El Camino, because they are VERY. EXCITED. about the fact that, should they require a second bowl of soup, the entire panoply of my restaurant’s soup menu will be - once again! - thrown open for their perusal.
“Yes, all four of them. You can pick each time. Yes, ma’am.”
And it’s the holidays.