The one night my mother comes into the restaurant, the one night I told her, "So, you're going to be in town, I wasn't scheduled to work but I have to anyway, it'll be dead, come on in." That's the night we get fucking more busy than I've ever seen the place. The feet? Preparing to find a new human that will love them properly. The wallet? Bulging. My mom? Slowly losing her belief that Aaron is the worst human being on the planet.