Drawing Mike's Chili Parlor from across the street afforded me a view of: a couple drunks waiting impatiently at the locked door for the noon opening; another staggering into the intersection to stop oncoming traffic with raised arms, challenging cars to hit him. Eventually I heard someone calling, "Hey! Hey!" It was the waitress calling to me. "Are you drawing US?" I smiled and gave her the thumbs up. She waved and then tossed out the guy who had been blocking traffic earlier.
