I Tipped An Exhausted Waitress One Hundred Dollars Until I Found Something In My Takeout Box

in a puffer jacket that was inadequate for the night air and that somehow communicated something about his relationship to preparation, to thinking ahead, to the ordinary work of anticipating what the world requires.

He was telling her she had said she had it. She was telling him it was gone, and that she did not understand it. The argument had the continue reading …