Jack and Amanda came to visit for the weekend, and by the time I'd remembered and we'd wandered down it was late afternoon. Still, we put in an order for a chocolate and peanut butter shake. "We're not in the first 500?" I asked, the definition of optimism. "No," replied the server tersely, "and shakes don't count anyway." If I'm paying for this stuff, I expect more polite service than that...
And for the first 500 dogs...