Luke's Diner, Saturday

[what_the_shock]

Miguel was on his phone as he came in. "No, Gabe, do not give Ma my phone number. Look, if she wants to call on Thanksgiving, just call me from your place. A family thing, she'll like that. Because if she has my number, she might call me on her own. Well, wouldn't you? Yeah, I get it. Yeah, I'm sorry I can't make it for the day, but if there's any time you'll be watched...yeah. Yeah. Okay. Talk to you later. Bye."

He needed coffee.

He scowled at the curious busboy and went to make a pot. "Shut up."

Luke's was open!

Today's Specials:
Coffee-rubbed steak
Coffee-glazed vegetables with mascarpone polenta
Coffee flan

The Park; Saturday Afternoon [11/23].

[howareyanow]

One thing Wayne still hadn't gotten used to around here was having so much free time on his hand, and he found little ways here and there to take care of it, which he usually went about quietly week in and week out, as he did most things, not bein' one to make a fuss.

One of those things was going to the park on occassion, and feeding the ducks peas. Not bread! Bread had absolutely no nutritional value fer ducks, pert'near everyone knew that...or should know that!...but peas? Peas were great for ducks, and they went crazy for it, to boot. Anyone who could still have a bad day after watchin' a bunch of ducks eating peas had problems deeper than Wayne'd probably ever want to think about, realleh.

He was pretty sure, though, that peas were probably not the best fer the flamingos, which is why the offerings for the day included frozen shrimps as well as frozen peas. That way, everyone was happy.


[[ i've been far too productive irl today, and i can't stop thinking about ducks and peas. open park is open! ]]