crispy raze he told the waitress the bacon was no good. she apologized and brought him a few fresh strips on a small plate. "what's wrong with it?" his brother asked. "i can't eat it," he said. "something the matter with your teeth?" "no. it's hard as a rock. impossible to chew." "mind if i have it?" my mother was like that too. always biting into what no one else wanted, when she was the one who made it that way. 231120 what's it to you? who go blather from