We started bickering about some dumb question about how many people use ATMs before we even got to Cinco. Then, the restaurant was packed, and we had to sit outside in the freezing wind while all the “fun” people were inside. And when we got our food, it turned out to be a weird sandwich. Any one of those things by itself would have been fairly minor, but when they all combined it was just more than our little crew could handle.
Tonight’s menu: the number 57 – ham & egg sandwich.
Everyone gets cranky now and then. It’s a simple fact of life. Sometimes there’s a reason, and sometimes there’s not. Devin was cranky tonight. Maybe it was nothing more than a random bad mood passing through like a summer storm (in the Midwest; definitely not in LA). Or maybe there was more to it.
See, I noticed a pattern. Every time Devin sat down at the table, whether to chat or wait or eat, he was in a bad mood. Every time he was away from the table, whether to order or get napkins or whatever, he was laughing and joking and generally having a gay old time.