Last night, a man ordered lemon tea and multi grain waffles. I later slit his throat, chopped him up into pieces, threw a lime in the bag, and dropped him in Lake Michigan.
I returned, washed my hands, and selected the Clarke's song list. I thought it would be neat to end the night with the National Anthem, like when the olde tyme tele shows would go off air.
This concept was lost on the Mexicans I work with.