not Dickens

it was the most awesome sauce of times
it was the biggest suck fest

but breakfast was still cheap. the two dollar pancake was fluffy, and filling and full of flavor. it came with butter, eggs scrambled, fried sunny-side-up and over easy. it came with coffee and a refill. some people talked, others just enjoyed the food and were on their way. Bob worked the grill, Patty took the orders, Chan bussed the tables and washed the dishes.  Egg sandwich takeaway was summer and winter staple, especially now that kids were drinking less and trying better drugs. The bus station that led to the train station that lead to the airport was right across the street.

Bob and Patty didn't fight anymore, Chan was actually the first Chan's grand Chan. Patty always wondered how Chan sired anyone, like a rabbit probably, with speed and accuracy the same way he cleaned and stacked dishes. The bride he was sent from China only sprogged one baby Chan, and it impregnated a Nicaraguan girl who's last name was Cueto.

Bob didn't like vegans, he could tolerate vegetarians, especially vegetarian women, they weren't gloomy, but vegans were food assholes, the likes of which only an anorexic or bulimic could rival. Bob made food for bodies, strong, warm, able bodies, not for puke and mayhem.  Bob decided to have a vasectomy early on in fear he'd make a girl child in Patty who would one day tell him the truth about his food, that it was ordinary, over cooked, bland, and made with gluten.

this was what made Bob and Patty fight. They loved having sex, it was the kind that merry-go-round fucked the last sex out of the present sex, every, single, time. She left just enough time between acting lonely and weeping about strength and femininity, and just being a regular cunt, to love him properly, with a spicy appetizer, a hot soup, fresh bread, crisp salad, zing of berry, fold of butter, hint of cinnamon, to keep him wondering and content. Patty blamed Bob for every single child she saw that wasn't hers.

"That little boy should have been mine" she'd say, "Did you see that little girl? She could have been mine".