Rude awakening.
Someone else may consider my booth her own. My booth may actually be carrying on with all manner of strangers. How many others have staked a claim on it in how many other hours of the night?
Yes, my booth was carrying on with another woman when I arrived at 5:00 a.m. on Friday. I hope no hint of territorialism showed in my eye when I said hello to her.
I took the booth opposite. A whole new perspective on the morning.
Kevin the Thursday/Friday waiter said, "I didn't know you were going to come early!"
"Neither did I," I replied as he slid my tea set-up onto the table, "I couldn't sleep."
As soon as the other woman left, he cleared the table and asked if I wanted to move. Ha. No. Thanks. I think I can handle it.
Tucson came in a few minutes later and took his usual booth, the one behind mine. "I thought about taking yours," I joked, "Just to mess you up." He laughed and ordered his usual oatmeal, coffee and whole wheat toast. He's tricky, is Tucson. Sometimes he changes up and orders rye.
Inspired by my new digs, I veered from my usual oatmeal and hot tea or once-a-week poached eggs, rye and fruit into the realm of the omelet. (Maybe it's all this French I'm steeping myself in?) Egg beaters, mushrooms, tomatoes, onions and a side of salsa, with fresh fruit. No toast. Whoo hoo! Watch out for the wild woman across from #57 (my booth number).
Grumps came in all extra-grumpy because someone was in his booth, too. Fee fi fo fum! "There goes your whole day ruined," he said behind his hand as he passed my table.
My goodness, I hope not!
Grumps lost a lot of my empathy the other day when he talked about how he doesn't want to travel. He says he's made all kinds of money in real estate because his father passed it down to him. "My old lady mentioned going on a cruise," he said. "I told her bye-bye."
"Grumps," I said, "They've got egg-whites and tomatoes on board. You should go." Grumps will not be moved. Pah.
I had a decent hour and a half of writing. When David came on at 6:00 he took away my plate. "Wow," he said, "You had a full breakfast today!"
Sigh. One is given to wonder whether to be proud of constancy or embarrassed about predictability.
The oatmeal is cheap, hot and good for me. The defense rests.
3 comments:
Sundry: When I read these posts about your breakfast routine, I always wish I had the discipline to rise early in the morning and do the same myself. But since I can't really write much in public, I guess it's okay that I don't. I'll just do it vicariously through your blog, I suppose.
it's like you've acquired a whole 'nother life through this early morning writing/breakfast thing at Big Boy!! what a neat development, huh?
i think your ritual is beautiful.♥
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