ok, so last night after we closed, i waited outside the service door with one of the waitresses, whose husband had not yet arrived to take her home. such a motley crew of humanity goes by toward the dq or the b-r or pj- at one point an old caddy with all the windows rolled down and the rap blasting cruised by, and this kind-of ugly punk mutters- 'hey, mamma.' i started laughing- he was half right, wasn't he?..........