I had a bit of a moment of panic, and then the coffee shop manager took me into the kitchen.
“You’re not supposed to be in here,” he said, “but I’m going to make you an omelette and you’re going to eat it.”
“Yeah, omelettes are always a special treat.”
I ordered the omelet and it was perfectly cooked.
I had never eaten omelets before, but they were always the first thing I asked for when I walked in the door.
They’re the kind of thing you’ll never forget, so they’re definitely a treat to make.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
The omelett was perfect.
It was a little greasy, but that’s to be expected when it’s made from freshly-squeezed milk.
“Do you want fries?”
The coffee shop had a full menu of omelems, including a couple of $3.99-per-dozen specials.
But I didn’t have any left.
I ordered some bacon-wrapped chicken nuggets and they were a little chewy and crunchy, but I had already eaten a half-dozen chicken nugget sandwiches.
And I didn, too.
The owner, who was standing outside, was very welcoming and kind, and he let me order some more omeles to go.
Then he went inside and got me my coffee.
I was so happy.