Drunk Old Man.

This morning an old man who was already slightly inebriated, came in, sat on Table 5 and requested 'morning tea', which by his definition was a glass of wine, a sandwich, another glass of wine, and a coffee.

I've never really known what morning tea is, but I don't think it's supposed to be that.

Anyway, it made me think about what I'll be like when I get old. And I decided that all I want to be is an alcoholic who ploughs through a pouch of dirty old Drum tobacco in 24 hours and who spits on the pavement and swears at passers by. Such big aspirations for such a little waitress.