Cam--sneak peek just for you,dear.
I sit down at the counter next to two men who look like they must be regulars. Greasy hair, shirts in shreds, bellies hanging over ancient-looking belts.
A waitress behind the counter smiles at me as she pulls a pan of biscuits out of the oven. They haven’t risen properly. Her shirt is so low-cut that when she leans over, I can see everything.
Suddenly I’m not very hungry anymore, but I don’t have the heart to leave.
“So,” says one of the men beside me to his companion. “You hear about Vick?”
The other man grunts.
“What about him?”
“He got arrested.”
The other man chuckles. It’s not a nice sound.
“Again?” says the second man. “What the hell for?”
“Went around the neighborhood and stole all the baby Jesuses out of the nativity scenes.”
The second man laughs even harder than that, spewing bits of hash browns all over the counter.
"A little humility wouldn't hurt."
--Ellie, Constantine-Hellblazer, "Dangerous Habits"