Carrying 4 plates, 3 in my right hand, one in my left, I stop at the side-station to grab the pepper mill. The nephew's behind me, he's grabbed a couple of the side dishes, one in each hand, like a truck stop waitress...

"How long have you worked here? And still only 2 plates?" I ask. He shrugs.

"Look at me bro...do I have 3 arms?"