“It’s too hot to eat today,” went on his neighbour, “but you sort of get the habit. This iced coffee is the best thing I’ve found. Do you like it?”
“I never tried it. I thought I’d have some iced tea.”
“No one can blame you. I saw you over at Ad, didn’t I?”
“‘Ad’?”
“Administration. What’s your class?”
“Third.”
“Mine, too. Here’s Alphonse. Tell him what you’re risking.”
“Alphonse” proved to be a sandy-haired waiter who grinned at the speaker as he ran a towel over the counter. “Sure, take a chance,” he said cheerfully. “What’s it going to be, sir?”
“Some of the cold ham and potato salad and a glass of iced tea,” replied Ira. “Got any lemon?”