Okay, here’s the deal. A buss is a kiss, to buss is to kiss. When to clear the table is meant, the spelling you want is bus.
MRP gives Mr. Crepe in Somerville, Mass., points for conviction, though. In fact, it was that sheer confidence with which buss was written that made MRP pause and reconsider what she knew to be true.
Unless, of course, what they really did want was for us to buss our tables. I suppose anything is possible.
Bonus MRP moment
Overheard at Mr. Crepe: Look, Sally, they have crepes!
Thanks to Moondog for his Magnum P.I.-like heroics in getting this shot. If you were from CSI, you would be able to use your skills to discern his reflection in the photograph and thus uncover Moondog’s true identity.