"What'll it be Hon?" The waitress asked around her gum as the bald man studied his menu.
"Can I have just a minute please?" he asked without looking up. Tapping her order pad with her pen and rolling her eyes, she turned with a curt "sure" and sauntered away.
After a minute or so, Walt couldn't decide if he was really looking for breakfast, or just hiding from the world behind his menu.
As soon as he took his seat in the booth, he put the spoon in the coffee, and pushed the napkin holder as far away as possible. Edging the Salt and pepper shakers behind the plastic ketchup bottle, he wanted to be certain that there would be no reflections at the table.
"OK Hon, what can I get for you?" the waitress asked again. Walter, still unable to choose, was about to ask for a little more time.
"I think I'll have the short stack and eggs over easy," came a voice from across the table.
"You want the sausage or the bacon with that sweetie?" She continued automatically.
"No thanks, I don't eat swine." the voice responded as Walt slowly lowered his menu. "however, I think my indecisive friend here wants to have one of these waffles with all the toppin's 'n shit."
"Who are you, and how dare you order for me," Walt hissed through clenched teeth after the waitress left, his eyes narrowing to slits.
"First," the man said leveling a sobering stare at Walt, "I wanted to make sure the waitress didn't come back for a few minutes. Since you couldn't make up your mind, I made it up for you. If you don't want what I ordered, then don't fuckin' eat it. I just need you to hear me out." The man paused and leaned towards Walt conspiratorially. "Besides," he continued in a tone just audible over the background noise, "the real question is who are you? Do I call you Walt, or would you prefer Heisenberg?"