by Jeff Glovsky
Trying to sit and have breakfast in peace. Construction slobs scream, laugh and howl … The little bell rings constantly.
I order a plain, light-toasted bagel. It’s instantly slid across my booth – apparently a mistake for someone. Or else it’s been prepared in advance of the loud and shrieking onslaught here.
A waitress coughs and blows her nose … stares wildly in my direction. “Atkins diet to crullers!” a voice cuts through.
The waitress serves a sickly grin.