I'll Have The Usual
I enjoy Indy Bill. He's a regular, comes in about once a week, likes the house dressing, regular oil for his bread, two glasses of the house Chianti, an ice water, with lemon, and something spicy to eat.
We talk about football, and U2, and how long it takes to drive from Cincinnati to Indianapolis, and what best routes to take.
My father told me something once: "Don't expect too much out of life. For the most part, it's boring and disappointing."
I always thought he was just being cynical.