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Dialogues from the Diner II

“How are you?” “Good morning,” she replied. “I’ll have two eggs sunnyside with rye,” I proposed. “No problem,” she said without an ounce of emotion. Not really unexpected. I tap my fingers while I wait, thinking about me and her and how things had changed. Usually I didn’t have to put in an order. Hell, I didn’t even have to pay. I thought back to the day I sat in front of my laptop listening to Oskar Schuster’s song Wunder, listening to the gradual progression of the broken left-hand chords as I stared at an incomplete loading bar at the top of my browser page. Display decision. The servers were overloaded. Suddenly the bar filled itself and I stared at the words, speechless at not my future but ours. Schuster’s playing his last chords. She comes back with two eggs sunnyside. White bread. “Thanks so much,” I say nonchalantly. “Enjoy.” As she walks away, I call out, “Hey...” she stops. “I asked for rye.” She turns around and looks at me with a frown. We both pause, not knowing what to say. “You don’t like rye,” she said finally, and walked away. For reasons I don’t quite know, I pinned a twenty under the plate when I left.

Dialogues from the Diner II

“How are you?” “Good morning,” she replied. “I’ll have two eggs sunnyside with rye,” I proposed. “No problem,” she said without an ounce...