The egg comes first: Let us now praise an unsung hero of tourist season: the short-order cook slinging hash, right this minute, in the crowded kitchen at Skyway Jack's Restaurant.
His name is Glenn Thompson. He is 51 years old. He sprints from grill to toaster. The notoriously feisty waitresses at the notoriously politically incorrect restaurant don't suffer dawdlers.
"The waitress from hell."
Thompson doesn't call her that. She wears a button that brags about it.
"Where's my eggs?" she demands.
"Coming up."
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