He ended up getting 10$ out of me for a $40 check. Even after he kept me waiting for my diet coke, lost my omelette, didn't bring us cutlery until after the food showed up, and brought out burnt French toast.
I'm not touchy, more of a dry, dry, dry sense of humor with a monotone delivery.
Besides, later on I met up with a friend who introduced me to his friends. One of them had a holga...he went on and on about how great film is. So when I showed him my Zm, he responded with "oh your camera is metal, yea I don't take this too serious"
This all reminded me of why I moved out of San Francisco...I'm too LA.