I made a field trip to NYC Friday (it's a three-hour ride) to visit the Soup Nazi. Once off the bus I walked from the Port Authority to 55th Street, all the while envisioning and, yes, smelling the mulligatawney I would get there provided I was able to pass muster behaviorwise.
So when I get there, there's a sign on the door, handwritten:
CLOSED
He took a holiday. Boy, did I ever feel like George as I turned around and walked away.
Mike: