Ellie Mae splashed coffee on her customer.
He shoved his chair back from the crumb-covered table. "Damn, that's hot!"
She blushed. "I'm sorry. Let me —"
"I can wipe my own lap. You ain't gettin' no tip. How long you been a waitress?"
Ellie Mae stared over his head through the dingy blinds. "Let's see. Was it when Billy Bob got married? That was five years ago. No, it was before that. When Jimmy got his new shotgun? Yeah."
Her eyes widened. "That was ten years ago." She untied her stained apron and threw it on the table. "I quit!"