Nothing fancy

(1969 February 9) My birthday was somewhat unusual.  In the morning about 9:30 I took a cab to Church, where I attended the funeral of Hazel Crane, Dorothy Lenz' mother.  After shopping for a dress to wear March 1 [MM's wedding], I met LL at the Park Hotel for lunch.  We nearly broke down - or up - on the ordering.  I said I'd take an egg salad sandwich.  Waitress:  "We don't have that.  No one wants it, and it gets pushed to the back of the fridge and sours."  LL:  "I'll have a club sandwich."  Waitress:  "No tomatoes!  Nope.  They come all green."  LL:  "What will you put in place of tomatoes?"  Waitress:  "Lettuce.  Chuck in more lettuce."  She settled for a Denver sandwich for me.  "Skim milk?  No.  Oh no."  So she started us off by pouring our coffee, which was cold as bla by the time we got to pie.