Dear sweet Wags waitress from my teenage days, I am so so sorry. I don’t know how you stopped yourself from cracking plates over the heads of myself and my fellow young hellions. I’m sorry for mixing the sugar and the salt. I’m sorry for ordering coffee and nothing else and then not even drinking the coffee. I’m really sorry for our loud, obnoxious look at us behavior. We thought we were so cool. Forgive me? Sincerely, D