By the way, did you ever get into one of those lunch counter, go-outside-and-get-something-fit-to-eat restaurants? I did, and it's a regular circus. If you've never been, you want to take it in.
The other day I had sixteen cents with which to get something to eat, and I thought I'd chance it.
I stepped into one of these holy terrors and sat down on a revolving stool similar to those they have in dry goods stores.
These seats are placed so closely together that your neighbor's business is your own.
You try to eat your soup. He nudges you and sends it back in your plate.
He tries to eat his pork and beans. You nudge him and he fishes in his vest pocket for pork, and down his shirt front for beans.
Well, I picked up the bill of fare and glanced over it. Really, I hadn't been out late for a week and I didn't know what to make of it.
The first entree was: