Tub of capitalism

At work today a jolly friendly plump older man came in and ordered an antipasto. Instead of sitting and waiting for me to bring it over he stayed at the counter chatting and watching me make it, asking funny questions and making jokes. When he left he left me a tip and Peter asked me if I knew who he was and then told me he owns the Uni cafe down the road, which has been there for donkeys. Such a nice guy. Feeling on edge all the time for some reason, but slightly better than yesterday which is good ... the fog is lifting !