Made a trip to Neil's on the Upper East Side this morning before visiting the foot doctor.

The waiter there (btw a very nice man) took my order and instead of giving me a toasted corn muffin, he gave me wheat toast. He was smiling and seemed very happy as he placed it down in front of me. I didn't want to ruin his happiness.

"You know what? I'll have a toasted corn muffin too." I said gently.

As I was leaving I overheard him tell a customer, "My brother has a great memory, me I got a shitty one."

Amen to that!