I hear a ding as the door opens to the diner
My beard itches a little so I scratch it
Out of the corner of my eye I see a child spill their crayons.
One rolls under the table
Lands by my foot.

I pick it up dust it off and hand it to the waitress, everyone thinks it’s so sweet and tells me how nice that is.

The whole diner thinks I’m so nice, but inside I feel like a


Over Easy Egg on white toast.