I’m just going to say it because I’m seventy years old and what are they going to do, fire me? I was sitting here at two in the morning, scrolling through the news like a complete ADDICT, and there it was. Some massive earthquake or flood—you know, the usual end-of-the-world stuff—houses floating away, people losing everything they ever owned in some country I couldn't point to on a map if you paid me. And do you know what the FIRST thing I thought was? I didn't think about the families or the poor kids. I thought, man, I really hope that place with the thirty-dollar lobster rolls is open for delivery tomorrow. It’s hideous, right?