XII.

A tall Greek man brought me to a corner booth and there I waited for someone to come by and take my order. Out of nowhere a waiter walked up to the table. I thought it was strange that it was a waiter and not a waitress. Usually diners only hired women to be servers. Not only that but it was same creepy waiter from the restaurant.

“What’ll you have?” he said.

“Uh, maybe pancakes,” I said, looking down at the menu and seeing they offered several kinds. “The corn pancakes.”

The creepy waiter grinned. “Good choice, buddy.”

“What?”

He leaned in close. He smelt like sulfur and rubber. “I said it was a good choice, buddy.”

“Thanks.”

“Anytime, buddy,” the waiter said. “Anytime.”