breakfast of champions
10:00 am. saturday morning. three girls – each bobbed head dressed in large sunglasses – stand in front of Pies & Thighs, waiting for the brunch gate to open.
Girl #1: I want another drink. I don’t wanna eat.
Girl #2: (wobbling) You need to eat. Something.
Girl #1 bends over and grabs her ankles. I pull the dog out of the way. Girl #3 looks away, probably thinking the same thing.
Girl #1: Yeah. I guess. You. Probably right.
Saturday morning in the ‘burg.