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June 1991
Cleanup at the old apartment went okay. Bryan did the kitchen and the driving, and tidied up the upstairs. Easily the most dangerous part of the day came when Bryan and I went out to lunch. I didn't have much cash, so I asked Bryan if I would be able to borrow some of his. After we had sat down, Bryan realized he didn't have much left himself. This was at Bette's Diner, and their prices are not for the fearful or faint of wallet. So Bryan and I managed to find a couple of things we liked the sounds of, taste and cost wise, but it turned out that they were out of one, and the other was going to take a couple of whiles. So we ordered different things. Now the new thing that I ordered was plenty cheap. So when the waitress came around again, I added an orange juice to my order. I didn't know how much one might cost, but how much could an orange juice add to my tab? When the juice came, there was a lot of it. It was obviously fresh-squeezed. They could have charged just about anything for that juice. At that point, I was to tired to care anymore--I was thirsty and allergic from cleaning, and I needed that juice. If I had to run away later, that would be that. Of course, when the bill came, the juice wasn't that expensive (only $3, and from Bette's that's purty damn reasonable...) and I didn't even have to bring out every last piece of cash from my wallet.