[It's not so much the size of the kid but the plaintive, pubescent tilt to that request that stops Richie mid-stomp. He's lost in a big old snit-fit, less disoriented than he is pissed off, and if the baby boy were any less doe-eyed he might have waved him off without hearing a word.]

A deli? [Speak of the damn devil. Richie grins bright and big.] Oh I sure do! You betcha! I just got kicked out of one myself, I had the audacity to try paying for my own meal. Would you believe that? Grown ass motherfucker with a four-oh-one-k and a rat hole full of stocks and bonds, buying his own salami on rye. Stupid mistake, how foolish of me.

[He pops his hands on his hips, playacting positivity even through the incessant sling of bullshit.] Tell me kiddo, are you one of the guys with all the perks, or one of the boot-licking bastards left out in the cold like me?