and god bless non plussed waitresses. as a teen, we hung out in the last throes of a soda fountain counter/cafe within a large store.  the waitress there was stereotypical old hand of a waitress who's been around. her orders called over the partition to the cook:  "toast to travel"  = a to go breakfast order. "chili dog to walk" = lunch to go ....  i can't remember her others, but what a classic lady. everyone was "Hon"