Ideal Diner, September 26th, 2014
Whenever Kim doesn't make me pay for breakfast she'll say, "don't worry about it, it's your birthday today." It was my birthday again today. Lately I've been averaging about two birthdays a week. Old Man Bob only gets one birthday a week. "Told ya she likes you, kid." Yeah. He said something under his breath that I won't repeat.
There was a younger couple next to me having an argument about cupcakes. "Four dozen ain't gonna cut it babe." "Four dozen is plenty, just tell your friends they only get one." "One cupcake? C'mon honey, that ain't right." Kim asked, "are you guys cupcake professionals?" "Nah, just recreational." The two compromised on five dozen cupcakes, so long as the guy conceded that his friend Scott can be a huge dick at times. He'll talk to Scott.
Today's special is a half pound jalapeño burger and fries. Kim needs to move some meat before it goes bad. Six fifty.
