The Chef outside Andrew's. Once again, I'm getting pulled into the life of the diner I hang out in.
Kooky patrons are interesting. One of the servers' daughters graduated from high school. I'm writing and writing at my table in the corner.
I moved tables so the guy who mops the floor every morning could clean where my feet usually are.
One he said (he's not a native English speaker), "Every day you write too much!" and flashed a bright smile.
I'll take that as a compliment.
My Friday the 13th was just peachy... How about yours?
The only downsides were finding out that a report I thought was due Monday was due on Friday, and the traffic was a mess on the way home. Nothing too unusual.
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