Not that they seemed to mind, and a full English was had by all. I quite enjoyed it, actually, despite having to stand in close proximity to a misplaced apostrophe ("Guest's" for "Guests'") far longer than is safe for a pedant. After a while, I began to cast myself in various gatekeeperly roles: I spent some time as Janus, the Dunsinane Porter, St Peter and assorted psychopomps. "I am the still point of this turning world," I told myself. "Stability and salaries lie behind me, before me the abyss."
But after a while the two looked much the same.