This is what my breakfast looks like at Hannah's. I couldn't find my coffee card, but as I was searching through my wallet, Heather (see previous post) pointed out exactly where it was. "You probably put it there while you were smoking a fattie, and you can only remember things when you're stoned. Are you going to have a juice? If so, I'm going to charge you for it this time. Yesterday I didn't, and then when I was bussing your table, because apparently your mother works here, I noticed that you had a juice."