As they were frying up our eggs, the phone rang. The woman behind the counter answered. Her side of the conversation started with, "No. I am not fixin' you 50 cheeseburgers!" After a little more conversation, she hung up. She then informed us that Bobby, the bridge tender, had called to say he would not be opening the bridge any time soon.
It seems we will be staying here a bit longer this morning. We thought about calling Bobby with a bribe of 50 cheeseburgers with pickles thrown in. However, it's probably just safer to wait for a while. Meanwhile, here's a picture of this morning's sky.
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