081013 #dog *Some air turns into a cup and a sandwich. Can't wait to hear the jingle of the glass door. The buzz of the cash flow. The slam of the dishes. The pop of the unexpected amidst the astonishingly familiar. Table five. The "terminator" table, because it's halfway between the influence of the windows and the depth of the backroom shadows. Jeans-clad asses push down on plain old wooden chairs.*