Emma’s POV:
“Sir, you can’t be back here.”
“This is America,” he shouted. “We live in a free country! The constitution says I can be wherever I want!”
“It does, but this is private property and customers aren’t permitted back in the kitchen for safety and hygiene reasons, so, please, sir, if you would—”
“We the people of the United States of America, in order to form a more perfect Union...”
“Is he reciting the preamble to the constitution?” Sarah— the other waitress working the shift with me— whisper-shouted as she passed by.
“I think he might be.”
To be honest, I was a bit impressed that he could recite that while drunk. The dude must be a lawyer or something.
“Establish justice, insure domestic tranquility, and… I want a boiled egg.”
“If I give you a boiled egg, will you
