Observations from a 50's Style Diner

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A short, heavyset lady in her mid-forties with a slight stench of cigarettes on her breath takes our order. Jorge, and I sit in the booth closest to the nearest exit door of an old-school 50's style diner. Pictures of Elvis Presley, Humphrey Bogart and James Dean decorate the velvet walls while music from the late great Buddy Holly plays on the speakers. It is a slow night at the diner, as only a few tables are occupied. I assume the customers are regulars at the diner as they yell back and forth from table to table, talking about the baseball game, something I don't eavesdrop in, for I have no interest in “Americas Pastime.” After our orders are taken, our waitress steps away from the booth and I can't help but notice how drained she looks, she appears to be lacking energy the way she drags her feet back into the kitchen. Maybe she clocked in a double shift, maybe she's just tired of working a dead-end job, or maybe she is just having a bad night. No matter what her problem is, her night is only going to …show more content…

I run non-stop until we approach our destination. I slow down once I spot our vehicle. I can see the sky turning light blue on the east, the sun must be getting ready to rise. As we get near my 97' Royal Blue Blazer, I get my keys out of my pocket to unlock the car, and once inside the vehicle I turn it on and sit patiently waiting for the engine to warm up. While we wait, Jorge pulls out a blunt and a lighter to light it- I don’t puff so I don’t partake. Out of respect for me, Jorge cracks his window to blow out his smoke. I turn the radio on and change the station to some modern tunes. After a few minutes of waiting, I shift my car into drive and steer off. As I navigate home, I think to myself what a lucky night with my homie, I then remind myself not to forget to add another blessing to my

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