The man in the diner was not very happy with his burger. He looked like a tourist, but he might also have been one who is just a visitor to anywhere he goes. He was the rude kind, about 25. The waitress, the new, nice one, took the burger back to the kitchen, with a smile. The man read his paper, annoyed, very annoyed. The burger came back, well done. He now focused at the bun. It was too soggy for him. He just stared in the direction of the wait-staff. I was really glad he had no super-powers, because there would have been some casualties, or collapsed buildings, or maybe frost explosions where he looked. The waitress was very apologetic, he was right, yes, he was right again. He read the big type in the paper again for a little while. She brought him back what looked like a perfect burger platter, he bit into the sandwich once, got up and towards the front. He told the waitress something rude, she apologized, he walked out shaking his head. I somehow did not feel sorry for him at all. The waitress later said that today was a relaxing day for her. She had had time to watch the news and have her own three cups of coffee before coming to work at 9. Yesterday was tougher. She had to get up at four.