Today, I woke up at the crack of dawn and found my way to one of these cafeteria style breakfest joints. After jumping into line, I grabbed my tray. When it was my turn, I ordered up waffles with a side of sausage. It didn’t take long for my order to come through. While waiting in line to pay (it was a long line), the person in front of me began to make small talk with the cashier. It was early. She was a zombie, swiping cards and making change. He asked her about her family, what route she took to work this morning, and why she was even here and not out making waves pushing her passion. Well, it woke her up. She smiled and called him sweetheart. Best of all, she didn’t charge him for that extra side of bacon.