Breadcrumbs.

Alright.

So, I was just chilling at work, you know..not doing much...pretending to be cleaning the counter or something as equally amusing.
This is when Breadcrumbs arrives. Yes I have baptized him Breadcrumbs.
He is average looking, whatever that means. I'll leave this TINY detail to your crazy imagination, enjoy.
So, he orders a soup, no problem there. He leaves, already shoving the soup down his throat. I sit down on my milk crates and forget all about Breadcrumbs.
As I was dutifully wiping down tables, I saw him.
With his face...on his soup bowl/ plate. Breadcrumbs and bits of soup stuff were stuck to his forehead.

What to do.

a) Should I wake him?
b) Stare?
c) Alert other customers?
I asked myself these difficult questions, weighing my options, forgetting all about the dirty tables.

I questioned myself a moment longer.
Then I saw that he was breathing, and decided to let him be.

Later on, he had shifted positions to the hangingyourheaddowninemptiness pose.
Not very comfortable looking.

Then, as midnight approached, thus my shift finally finishing, I fantasized about the many ways to awake Breadcrumbs.
a)Should I drop a mug?
b)Or worse, a pile of trays?
c)Any suggestions?
As I exited, I saw that he was still fast asleep...or passed out, who knows!
This was Breadcrumbs story.