Plus, learn the peculiar subculture of ordering: Say the minimum amount of code words, shut up and move it along with your money in hand.
A visiting English professor would get yelled at.
We finished the day with lunch at Pat’s Steaks. I had been rehearsing my order for weeks (“provolone without”) so I wouldn’t get yelled at. When my turn came, I delivered my line and managed to do a passable impersonation of a “regular” After all, I enjoy being treated like cattle. It’s all those years of riding SEPTA, I guess.
