La-la-Luke's. No-glasses Lane offers Kirk some ketchup for his burnt food, but Kirk's enjoying the charred taste of his meat without having any condiments competing with the flavor. Lane: "I think that's a pancake." Kirk: "Fascinating." Hee. Lane asks Luke about the status of her burger and fries. Luke gives her such a grumpy answer involving kumquats that she goes to find out on her own. Kirk asks Luke for a napkin. Luke flings his counter towel in Kirk's face. Kirk's pleased: "A cloth napkin and a moist towelette all in one!" When will we meet Kirk's mother? Why hasn't this happened yet? Lane heads out to do a delivery, but runs into a customer who asks if he can sit anywhere. Lane quietly tells him she'll be back in fifteen minutes, and then she'll serve him. The customer doesn't want to wait. Lane knows it's his funeral.
Lane walks down the street as we all count to six. Boom! The customer is flung out the front door at Luke's. He hits the cement hard -- first on his knees and then his face. It really looks painful. Lawsuit! Luke's going to need Richard's insurance advice soon, too.
Bookstore. Lane brings a cheeseburger and fries into new, clean, pristine books. Rory's happy to have the food, which I assume she's not paying for because she's working at Andrew's so that she can eventually afford a burger and fries again. I'd really like a burger and fries. This episode was good; it always makes for a boring recap. Rory's inventory is taking a bit longer than it probably should, since she has a third pile of books that are the ones she now has to buy. "This job must be costing you a fortune," Lane notes. Rory calls the cheeseburger disgusting. Lane apologizes for not warning Rory about Luke's cooking these days. She says he's off his game, burning everything. He's in "a mood." He mopes, growls, stomps, and throws customers out the door. She says it's due to Lorelai. "Poor, sad Luke," Rory says. "Poor, sad tips," Lane correctly notes. Rory leaves to go get some food at anyplace but Luke's. Lane can't leave with her because, unlike Rory, when she has a job she actually has to be there for because that's how she makes money. Unlike this empty, customer-less bookstore Rory's currently watching all alone. Rory asks Lane if she wants to do something tonight. Lane says she can't because mfTL is planning a deflowering. I mean, "bringing her flowers." I mean, "cooking her dinner." Lane says that having a great guy like mfTL is like "having a perfect haircut every day." Okay. Rory thanks Lane for the concept of lunch. Lane runs off to her job; Rory ditches hers, adding another stack to her book pile. "This job was a great idea," she says, heading out the door with her keys. I have that job. It's called "living in my house without enough bookcases."