It was getting late at the Apollo Diner when a thin, tallish dark-haired, fair-skinned blondish fat man carrying a small brown bag under his arm approached me while I sat next to the bathrooms. “Hey,” he said, his eyes darting around the room. “Anybody using that?” nodding towards the doors. “Which one?” I answered without looking up.
He was unsure so I pointed to that one, saying it was free for $2.00 donation, when he blurted-out under his breath, “Did you bring the three large?”
I always thought I’d be cool under pressure, but I froze, staring down at my half empty cup of coffee. Or was it half full? Read More »









