Bzzzzzz. Bzzzzz. Bzzzzz. I fully awoke at 6:42am after hearing the vibration of my neighbors alarm for the 3rd time that morning. That lazy sack of shit needs a permanent snooze.

I got naked and turned on the water before jumping in to make sure the water was hot. In the meantime I whizzed and brushed my teeth. The timing was always spot on for hot water. Dressing was easy and I was out the door in 9 minutes from the time I woke up.

It was 6:54 and the sign said non-free parking started at 7. The meter still had 8 minutes in it. What the fuck. I put in 2 quarters for safety sake even though I knew most meter maids started at 8. My single table was open and the server brought me water. I knew what I wanted so I got a coffee and a ham and cheese omelet at the same time, to save time. I looked at Twitter.

The fastest omelet maker alive had food in front of me after 3 minutes. Mike and the Mechanics “Living Years” was playing in the background and that song makes me think about my dad. The song is about not rectifying the relationship while he was was alive. It doesn’t pertain much to me, but it makes me think that my parents won’t live forever.

The ham and cheese omelet had some shell in it which made me spit it back up on the plate. I used ketchup on the home fries and finished my meal before the coffee cooled enough to drink. I looked at the check and it was .15 cents higher than normal. Also, what was that writing on the bottom?

Odd. The menu didn’t look like it changed. I paid the meal and left $3 which is why she started calling me honey. The day began like any other day, until lunch…