The elevator came to a halt at Reddy's Underground Diner. You stepped out and made your way into the dim, cozy space tucked below the surface.

You chose a seat at one of the many scattered tables and settled in.

Before long, an employee walked over to you.

“Hello.. what would you like?”

He spoke with a slight lisp, eyes dropping to the small order pad in his hand.

“Woah, you're our thousandth customer! For that you get a prize.”

He said it with all the energy of someone announcing the weather, routine and unimpressed.