Oh good. At least the person sitting next to him had a sense of humor. He could feel better about the fact that he was (literally) about to have egg all over his face if he wasn't going to make anyone loose their appetite over it. Not that he cared too much. The people who tended to come into this diner (as opposed to the other one) mostly kept their heads down, unless they had ended up there by mistake or because they simply didn't know better. This guy didn't seem like he fell into any of those camps, which was sort of a puzzle. It was very possible he just liked the ambiance of sticky counters and an ever-present scent of stale cigarette smoke that hung around even after smoking was prohibited inside the restaurant. Unlikely, but possible.
Sid paused midway into the slice he was making in the ham for his next bite to turn and give his neighbor a grin. "You think? I always worry that the egg yolk makes it too orange to really look like blood." Said the guy who had recently been flipping out over the fact that his brother seemed to have acquired a taste for bloody steaks fresh from the refrigerator, but that was neither here or there.