Sunday Meal

Over there is that man who lost his contact last week. Today, he came in with this one woman and they didn’t talk at all. A lot of people were talking, but it was obvious that they weren’t talking about anything at all. She tipped well and then he helped her with the chair. Those chairs will never get replaced; even though they’re bad for the floors, nobody’s going to replace them. The floor doesn’t look so bad from over by the door, but everybody notices. Someday, somebody will walk in who’s too impolite to keep from talking about it.