Breakfasting in Springfield, Massachusetts, having wended her way down to the corner breakfast place through yesterday morning's sleet and snow and fog and cold, Marash Girl noticed that there was a fellow sleeping in the corner of the coffee shop. Feeling a bit uncomfortable about having breakfast while a stranger was sleeping directly across from her, she thought she'd better report the occurrence to the management. The management immediately walked over to the corner, took a look at the sleeping man, and reported, "Oh, he's a regular," returning to his managing with no concern whatsoever.
A regular what? Marash Girl wondered, as she turned to take a sip of her coffee.