Updated: May 13, 2020
Recently, on a really busy day I stopped for a quick lunch at a local diner. The hustle and bustle of the restaurant was almost overwhelming. The noises of the plates clattering as they were put in the sink to soak. The sounds of all the people talking, the chairs screeching the tile as they moved back and forth, the music playing over the PA system. It was crowded and as I scanned the restaurant looking for a place to sit there was only one seat open. It was near the door to the kitchen. I took my seat. Bam! The kitchen door opened and slammed against the wall. I picked up the menu. Crash! Something fell in the kitchen. The menu seemed as thick as a short novel.