“I’ll have oatmeal, a bowl of fruit and whole-wheat toast with honey,” the older gentleman at the adjacent restaurant table said.
“Could I get a banana, too?” he asked. I really don’t eavesdrop on fellow diners, but our tables were only about 18 inches apart. I also have hearing like an owl.
I stared down at my generous piece of streusel coffee cake – served with a side of guilt.
My husband and I wer…