Luke's, Monday
Eliot came into work today fully expecting to take over the kitchen and make, like, six dozen casseroles or something. Instead, he got sidetracked by paperwork -- taxes of all things -- and spent most of his time staring off into space and repeatedly checking his phone to make sure he hadn't missed any messages from Trudy.
He wasn't 100% sure she'd even let him know when the funeral was. Which was kind of fair. He wasn't 100% sure he deserved to get to go to the funeral anyway.
The busboy kept creeping up and refilling Eliot's coffee, being about as obtrusive in his attempt to be unobtrusive as anyone Eliot had ever met. Eliot gave him a sharp look the third time he did it, and the busboy squawked and bolted back towards the safety of the kitchen.
Eliot was really wishing he'd just stayed home.
Today's specials
Classic tuna melt
Deep fried green beans
Chess pie
Lukes was open and OCD free.
He wasn't 100% sure she'd even let him know when the funeral was. Which was kind of fair. He wasn't 100% sure he deserved to get to go to the funeral anyway.
The busboy kept creeping up and refilling Eliot's coffee, being about as obtrusive in his attempt to be unobtrusive as anyone Eliot had ever met. Eliot gave him a sharp look the third time he did it, and the busboy squawked and bolted back towards the safety of the kitchen.
Eliot was really wishing he'd just stayed home.
Today's specials
Classic tuna melt
Deep fried green beans
Chess pie
Lukes was open and OCD free.