One of my low-level fantasies is having some place that I can go into and some cute waitress with Maxwell House eyes* will say, “The Usual, Nate?” And I’ll say yes.
I could also be like some guy named Mac. That’s fine too.
The other part of it is I want to have some corner booth somewhere and that’s like my “office” like Fonz had at Big Al’s. And then I could say “step into my office”. Or I could forward all my calls there.
So basically like all the trappings of being in the mob but not actually being in the mob.
Remember, I said low-level fantasy. I have bigger ones than this. But still, sometimes you have like one quarter powered daydreams. And they’re stuff like this. I think I’ve found where my booth could be last night. I will take a picture of it next time I’m there.
I am keeping this quiet as to where because I want to make sure I will be open to secure my “office space”.
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