Brunch doesn't go by without at least one person falling in love with the waitress. I'd spend a lifetime listening to the specials, if I had any say in the menu, I would order five extra minutes of her time and talk about immense things like rain and the shape of clouds- one in particular. I didn't stop adoring it even after it changed into a dog with one leg over a rock- before the food arrives and complexity overwhelms us both, trying to fit the plate without knocking over the tin of cream. If you saw how composed the flap jacks were in the midst of all our struggle to make space, you would understand I am shameless! And I would do anything for a refill. i am filled with gratitude to anyone who knows what to do during the thunder shower. I used a newspaper to get this far, I was told to lie down rather than stand under an oak; I stood under a doorway. My dress ruined, I waited, I rested against what brick hurt the least.
