Will just put ketchup on his eggs. Gross
--Posted from my iPhone--
Update
While we were eating the waitress brought over some mustard (a small 'bowl', not a bottle) saying only: "excuse me", before sliding it into the middle of the table and vanishing as quickly as she had appeared. We looked at each other waiting for somebody to take it (we were rather curious as to what it would be used for), but no one touched it. This was an unrequested mustard delivery. At the time this seemed perfectly normal - she was in a rush and dropped the mustard off at the wrong table - but in hindsight, I have realized that the mustard was a silent cry for help.
It is possible that she is being held captive at Mel's, and she needs our help. Perhaps her family is in trouble, or she has some terrible secret that they will reveal if she does not work 24 hours a day - every day. I don't know what, but I do know that something must be done. We must free her. We must do what is right. We must help our fellow man (woman in this case) when he (she in this case) is in trouble.
The issue is: without knowing the specifics of her situation, how can we know what to do?
Maybe Mercury will help ...
--Posted, as per the norm, from my MacBook--
