We will have ice today. Glenn went to The Pig to participate in the bread and milk ritual just to experience a true southern impulse.
He came away from it just as “other” as ever. There was a knot of people around the bread section, which shares a wall with the restaurant, with the entry just beside.
There was a gaping hole in the bread inventory. No white. People were milling around, checking, rechecking, making sure. Not sure what to do about this discovery, they hovered. A cook came through the door of the restaurant to get more white bread for the customers. She went back to the kitchen with nothing.
Glenn plucked a loaf of Martian bread, commenting to the crowd that it was healthier anyway, and left the group still trying to make a dollar out of 99 cents.