The mother with the curly auburn hair steals one ofher daughters fries. The man at the bar who's had to much orders another. The wrinkled baby wails and is taken outside. The frazzeled waitress brings in a platter of steaming soup. I stare at the menu, and can't decide. When I look up, the fries are gone, the beer is downed, the baby is back and the soup is spilled.I decide to order just a coffee.