At the Argosy Cafe, Betsy takes the orders, and Pam prepares the meals.
I was sitting on one of the high chairs, and I heard Betsy trying to take an order from a couple of customers. Obviously the menu in the Argosy wasn’t vegan enough for them.
Betsy, seeing no purchases there, suggested that they could go to the Whyld Ass Cafe.
Pam, the owner, shook her head. She looked at me and mumbled: “Do you want a job?”
Later I overheard Pam say to Betsy, “Tell me about that conversation.” Betsy knew immediately which conversation Pam was speaking about.
They weren’t going to buy anything. Why not make them happy tourists?