My mother used to have a paper route and I would always help her on Sundays. That means from 2 to 6 in the morning we'd be in the car delivering newspapers. And every Sunday after we'd finish delivering the papers, we'd stop in at Julie's Cage and have a nice Sunday morning breakfast. The waitresses that work there always smile at you, even if you're being annoying. They're very polite and talk with you most of the time. And they always give you huge meals. I can never finish mine when we go there because there's simply too much to eat. That and it's really filling.