Lil’ Schatzie lived on top of the Deli counter for many years, smiling and greeting customers daily. Her bloody apron covered her pink sparkly evening gown, and with her white silky meat-stained evening gloves, she held that knife of hers up proud and high, even though she had a chunk ‘o Headcheese dangling from her stiletto heel below. No one noticed the tiny tear trickling down her cheek.

I frequent Donut Shops. I only buy one Donut at a time and I only use coins, no bills or credit cards allowed…after scrounging around every hard-to-reach cavity in my car I was able to extricate just the exact amount, 125 cents…