Evening on a Thursday and you only have one person working? Really? ONE mid-fifties suburban white trash lady in front of me. No problem, I'll just patiently wait my turn. It's weird when females hit the wall. They just lose every ounce of sexual appeal. Anyway, no joke, she probably took 17 minutes to finish her order. One at a time. Slowly. A little more. A little bit less. The broccoli salmon salad sounds good, can I have a taste? Which munster is on sale? Thinner... no just a little bit thicker. I wanted to leave but each minute that passed I felt I had too much invested to surrender.