this morning #783.

this morning, this random, sketchy, mustachioed dude pacing around outside our diner had his chest exposed & puffed out in a manner that led me to believe he wouldn’t say “no” to a confrontation. as for a conversation, i was certain he’d try to put the hurt on the first person who tried to start one with him. my cook was insisting that i place a preemptive call to 911 before things got ugly. if the police hadn’t been here just last week dealing with a different dilemma, i wouldn’t have hesitated at all about giving them a call. the day’s first customers would show up within the hour though, so i opted for the cops. sure, they might shoot the dude but better he get hurt than my business.