Hungry people order the strangest things for breakfast.
"Can I get two eggs, scrambled, with cheese and ketchup?"
"Do you have pancakes? Great. Give me two pancakes please. And can I get gravy instead of syrup?"
"Sir, this coffee is too sweet. Can you take some of the sugar out?"
Really? Seriously? The coffee is poured black, no sugar until the kind patron dumps it in.
Sometimes he wanted to scream out that this is not Burger King. You can not have it your way. He continued to hold his tongue. One day, he'll step out of the kitchen, spatula in hand and walk into the dining room and freak the fuck out. Everyone will wilt in their seats as the walls shake from the thunderous freaking. One day, he'll grab the overflowing bus tub and hurl projectile coffee cups to the far reaching corners of the cafe.
Ding.
He snapped out of his daydream to the sound of the order bell. Bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit, hold the bacon and cheese. The "freaking" stirred a little closer to the surface.
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