…because this is the Monte Cristo that’s about to be applied to my face.
Also, a waitron switch: Daniel is gone, much to my chagrin. He called me “Tootsie Pop.”It was a thing we had. Now, there’s Sheryl, who reminds me a little of my mom because they’re close in age and she brings me food that results in the staccato thud of my arteries slamming shut.
Oh, yeah, and Julia is up my ass about reminding you all about the LA Food Bank donation bin. So bring some food. Don’t do it for the needy. Do it for me.