ABSTRACT
It was the end of the teaching year, and I was looking forward to summer break. I was having lunch with a colleague at the local hole-in-the-wall diner. There were rumors about the place being a storefront to the local mob, but I always attributed these to overactive imaginations. Regardless, the food was great. We were enjoying our meal, the food, the good service, and the stimulating discussion about our theoretical orientations. My colleague had to leave for another meeting. I was finishing the last few bites as our dark-haired waitress brought me the check.
