“Scrambled eggs and white toast. That’s how I like my order. No other way.”
“Scrambled eggs and wheat toast. That’s how I like my order. No other way.”
“Scrambled eggs and French toast sprinkled with powdered sugar. That’s how I like my order. No other way.”
“Scrambled eggs and a bagel with cheese. That’s how I like my order. No other way.”
“Never heard of it. You can check with Herman’s Deli next door. He sells everything. I believe he does have that bagel doughnut. He just placed out all his fresh doughnuts and pastries. Go quickly while they are fresh. I’m sure there are two bagel doughnuts still there waiting for you. He has cream cheese, too. Have a good day, sir.”
“Bonjour, madame. I have a special request. I’ll have two light crispy crêpes filled with whipped cream and strawberry jam, folded in half, and topped with a drizzle of caramel.” “How did you come up with that one? It’s not on our menu, but I do like the sound of it. Let me see what I can do.”
“Hey, Harvey, I have a special request. Two thin crispy crêpes filled with whipped cream and strawberry jam, topped with a drizzle of caramel. Can you do?” “First of all, what exactly is a crêpe?” “Pardon me, Mr. Frenchman, what is a crêpe?” “It’s a thin pancake.” “Harvey, a crêpe is a thin pancake.” “Okay, thin crispy pancakes coming up.”
“Would you like your caramel heated?” “Oui, en effet, aimable dame.” “What do you mean? I don’t do much French talk.” It means, ‘Yes indeed, kind lady.'” “Well, thank you, it is a pleasure to serve you, sir.”
“Kind lady, may I ask your name? ” “My name is Lucille, but you can call me Cile. Kind gentleman, may I ask your name and where are you from?” “It’s Pierre. I’m from the ‘South of France.’” “I’m from the ‘South of Alabama’ and proud of it.” “I can tell you are a ‘Southern Belle,’ I greatly admire your charm.”
“Pardon me, Pierre, your order is up. I’ll be right back with your fancy pancakes, I mean, I’ll be back with your light crispy crêpes drizzled with caramel.”
“Pierre, here are your freshly made crêpes. Hot and crispy filled with a lucious cream and real strawberries, dazzled with hot caramel sauce. Enjoy!” “Oh, I will, looks delectable. Merci, Cile, ma belle.”
“Pardon me again, Pierre, would you like a fresh cup of our finest ground
coffee? It’s mountain grown in Alabama. Way up yonder in the hills.” “Sounds great, Cile. Ma chérie, café au lait.” “There you go again with that fancy French talk. How’d you like your coffee?” “Coffee with milk. Merci, ma chérie. Thank you, dear.”
“Cile, you’ve spent too much time with that Frenchman. All he’s lookin’ for is love. We’re here for our scrambled eggs. I’ll have mine with white toast. That’s how I like it.” “Barney, I haven’t forgotten you. He’s a guest and must be treated well. He could bring this place up to a fancy diner, particularly if I add this special order to our menu.” You’re my regulars, I value your business and your friendships.”
“Ready for my order, Cile. Got to drive my diesel rig over the road for four days. I need a good hearty breakfast. Double my order of scrambled eggs and white toast and I need a fresh thermos of ‘Hot to Trot’ coffee. Can you do?”
“For you, Ed, I would do anything.” “Really, would you consider going across the road with me? You would be great company and I have an extra bunk for you. It’s just how the ladies like it, soft, fluffy, and cozy. Think about it before that Frenchman takes you away. I don’t know French talk but I do know to take good care of a lady. I have manners.”
“Lucille, I’m running late, I would appreciate if you’d put an express on my scrambled eggs and cinnamon toast. Add a coffee, too, ‘Hot to Trot.'” I’m having a special sale today at ‘Hot Wheels.’ All model cars, 1950’s era, are half-priced today only. We have quite a few collectors of these vintage model cars. Tell Harvey. Maybe young Billy might want to come along. Something for everyone.” “Here, Buster, ready to go. The coffee is on the house and now you’re ‘hot to trot.’”
“Hey, miss flirtin’ waitress, can you bring me mah order? Lucille, this is not like you. Scatterbrained and you put your best men folks last. Just because of that Frenchman. By the way, do you know anything about him? I think there is something very peculiar about him,” said Zell.
“I watched him come in the door. He was wearing sunglasses, dressed in a tailored suit, black turtleneck and a double-breasted trench coat. The beret on his head is quite fashionable, but indicates thay he may be involved in espionage.”
“Yes, the beret is quite stylish and trendy. He has good taste in attire. Plus, he is a gentleman and has manners. Most spies are not as friendly and as open. He’s just a nice and friendly guy. A little fresh and forward, but I like it.”
“I’ve never had a man speak so sweet to me,” said Cile as she wrapped her arms around herself gazing up with sparkles in her eyes. ” You know what, Cile, I think you are mesmerized by him. He’s got complete control of you now. You’re hooked. You belong to him now.”
Cile thinking to herself…Yes, I do belong to him now. The way he talks to me. The way his penetrating dark eyes see into my feminine mystique. My heart is just
pounding for him. Pierre, my darling, my heart awaits you to take me into your
arms. Ravish me and we will build a life of espionage together. Two spies
in love.
“Lucille, Cile! You left us for a moment. Are you all right?” “I’m back, Zell. Just lost in a dream.” “How about my scrambled eggs and wheat toast to go? I want them fresh please, and ‘cup of coffee ‘Hot to Trot.’” “Here ya go, Zell. All there and it’s on me. Glad to do it for you. Enjoy your Spyday, I mean, Friday.”
In a drift, with glossy eyes, Cile returns to check on her fantasy love. “My Pierre, how was your crêpes, crispy and delicious?” “They were simply elegant and as sweet as you.” “Pierre, it’s been great to meet you. Enjoy the rest of your day.”
“Mon cherie, I want you as a friend. I have no friends here. I’m on special assignment. No one must know, but I will tell you. I’m a…” “Please don’t tell me, Pierre, I think I already know. It must be a tough job to do and an awfully lonely life. You do need a friend. I will be your friend, if that’s okay with you.”
“Of course, my dear. I have a request of you. May I have your hand?
Will you go away with me? We can travel the world together. That’s what I
do. I do go into some very uncomfortable situations, but I know how to
get out. That’s what spies do best. They spy, then they leave. Are you ready for a life of espionage?”
“Let me think for a moment, Pierre.” He’s the best thing that’s
ever happened to me. Have I found love? He really knows how to
charm a lady. He is so considerate. The men around here have no
idea about being nice to a woman, plus they do not have the intelligence of Pierre. Should I go? Is this a foolish thought? I think I must go,
maybe not. What do I have to hold me here? Love is what I need.
We can love each other together and forever. I must go!
“Pierre, I have made my decision. It was a hard one to make, but I did. I can’t go with you. I must stay here. I would never have thought that love would walk into my life. But you did and made me very happy. Just think, this all started with scrambled eggs and white toast. For us, it will be French crêpes, cafe au lait, and a sensational conversation.”
“Lucille, ma belle, it was a delight to share some moments with you. Hope to see you again someday.
Je t’aime pour un moment. Je t’aime pour un jour. Je t’aime poura vie.
I love you for a moment. I love you for a day. I love you for a lifetime.
Copyright 2026 Frank Clark