This morning, waiting in line to pay for my breakfast -- coffee and egg sandwich, with a rather generous side of bacon -- I was struck by two things:
* My typical breakfast experience in New York City consisted of popping in at any given deli and getting 2 eggs (fried) on a roll (kaiser), with a cup of coffee.
I especially liked how the counterperson would invariably turn the question "Salt, pepper, ketchup?" into one word.
* It takes a certain kind of person to pay for a $3.62 breakfast with a hundred dollar bill.
Specifically, it would be the person ahead of me in line, forcing the cashier to go to the back office and get bills so she could break his benjamin.