Remnants of a breakfast well eaten.
On most Sundays either after church or in place of church, we eat breakfast out at our neighborhood greasy spoon. The usual fare: creamed chipped beef on wheat with home fries smothered in onions and the kids almost always pork roll, egg and cheese on a bagel. Today, Chaya made the rare switch to one of the specials, a short stack of chocolate chip pancakes.
And, this is Marianne. She has been our main waitress for most of the 7 years that we've been going there. I love her. She always has a smile on her face, usually knows what all of us are going to order unless we go for one of the specials, and always asks how we are. This isn't the best photo of her because I didn't want to take her photo without her permission although I did snap one right before she came over to our table. She happily obliged as you can see but not without asking why. I explained the project and told her that she is our most favorite waitress and that we will miss her when she plans to quit later this spring. I think she is almost finished paying off her house and thus the reason she can quit. I will miss her smiling face and joyful disposition.
