My Mom used to jump on me every morning before school for my white bread & bacon sandwich breakfast, I'd tell her I'd get something else at school as our bus arrived early. Shirley, the main cook at my Junior High would have a toast and bacon sandwich waiting for me when I rolled into the cafeteria.
Shirley was a saint. She took over at an all night diner her family owned when I was around twenty. I always had a seat at the counter. Her brother was one of richest men in the state, she didn't have to work, but she was married to her Grandad's diner.