grumbling lived one of the kindest men I had ever met.
After long shifts, he’d shove a burger toward me and mutter:
“Eat before you pass out and create paperwork for me.”
Sometimes I stayed after closing wiping counters while Joe complained about suppliers, freezer repairs, customers who ordered eggs “wrong,” and the slow death of decent coffee in America.
Mrs. Rhode first walked into the diner on a Tuesday morning at exactly eight o’clock.
Every Tuesday and Thursday after that, she arrived at exactly the same time.
First booth
