#doctordubinsky

I would like to ask the scientists of the town if I did just seriously see an elephant on skis go past me, or if there's another chemical/aerosol version of narcotics leak going on. Cause honestly, that's just bloody weird even by my standards these days. (It also had a tutu and a feather boa. Last I checked my coffee was LSD free, absolutely guaranteed or I got a free muffin.)

He walks into the resturant with thick darkly tinted glasses, and gives a minor sigh of relief at the lack of headsplitting brightness. He slips them off as one of the usual waitresses apprpaches him, and flashes her a quick grin as he says “Hey Mandy.Still have that table for six I reserved a few days ago? You still look charming as ever.” She giggles at his usual attempt at flirting, now more out of routine than anything else, and leads him to the back room. “The usual Mr.Charles?”She asks, and he grins.”Yes please Mandy, but I think I’ll wait on ordering till the others arrive. You’re marvelous, and don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise.”He tells her honestly, because no matter how many times he’s been in here she always gives him good service. He was unsure of how else to show his appreciation, besides this little game of theirs. “Can do, Mr.Charles. Your Klatchian coffee will be out in a few minutes.”She says brightly with another smile of her own, before leaving him alone. Then he simply sits back, and watches the minutes tick by as he waits for one of the others to show up. Getting here a bit early wasn’t a half bad idea.

P.S.- Seriously, we have to go there at some point even if not this gossip session. Their pita bread is amazing.