Egg Yolk and Sausage Gravy

Working in a diner on a Sunday morning is the most painful thing ever. Especially if you are a bus person. You spend hours picking up peoples’ dirty dishes. Egg yolk and sausage gravy always find a way to seep into your shoes, and toast crust somehow finds a way down your shirt. The worst part is watching the waitresses carry out yummy food that doesn’t belong to you. Then, you watch the food wander into some old person’s mouth, and you are stuck wondering if that old person naturally has straight white teeth, or if they have dentures.