Post by Samuel on Nov 18, 2008 13:20:19 GMT -5
Tuesday, November 18th, 2008
Vado, NM
The diner was alive with noise. The sizzle of the grill, the ring of the order bell,muffled sounds of drills and jacks from the adjoined car garage, and the chatter of patrons filled the air. It wasn't particularly slammed, but with only one waitress and one cook, they were kept very busy. The waitress pulled a pen out of her pocket, and rushed over to the table of gentleman who had just come in, dressed in a white longsleeve collared shirt, with the sleeves rolled up. His black hair hid his face as he leaned over the menu.
"What can I get you hon?" The waitress asked. The stranger looked up. "Jenny" He read her nametag aloud, as if confirming this was her name. "Thats me," She said, somewhat confused. The customer laid the menu on the table. "Jenny, I'll have a reuban, please, with a lemonade." "Coming right up." She scribled the order down, tore it off, ran to the counter, and stuck it to the pile that the cook was rushing to get through.
A truck pulled up to the garage next door, and a man walked out, and went into the shop. The customer at the diner, Neil Tack, looked out the big window with no blinds. He was glad to have found someplace to eat in this speck of a town. Furthermore, he sensed a strong disturbance; someone had recently become very angry. The door inside that connects the two buisnesses flew open, and the man from the truck came storming in, shouting.
"David this is ridiculous! I been here eight years, since I was seventeen, and you're gonna fire me?" The second man, David, aparently, came through the open door. "Tex, calm dowm. Look, it's not you, its just that, well, times ar getting hard, and I can't afford to keep you around." Tex, a tall guy with a plaid shirt and stubble, scoffed. "So, what, I'm too expensive? I'm too good, right? You could fire half the guys here, and I could make up for the loss myself." David wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. He lowered his voice. "I could almost do that, and we might be alright. But your attitude has got the other fellas, well, pissed off, and they want me to do something about it. So I am."
Tex walked a small circle. "Oh, thats good, thats fine then. I understand. Understand that you sons of bitches can't handle me! I'll have a new job before you know it! I'll be so far from this place, it'l make-" "I'm hiring, If you're interested!" Neil stood up near his booth. Tex looked at him, then looked back at David, smiling. "Why don't you come over here, I'll tell you about it." Tex nodded once, and aproached as Jenny brought Neil's plate and drink over to him.
"So, what buissness y'in?" Tex asked.
-cont.
Vado, NM
The diner was alive with noise. The sizzle of the grill, the ring of the order bell,muffled sounds of drills and jacks from the adjoined car garage, and the chatter of patrons filled the air. It wasn't particularly slammed, but with only one waitress and one cook, they were kept very busy. The waitress pulled a pen out of her pocket, and rushed over to the table of gentleman who had just come in, dressed in a white longsleeve collared shirt, with the sleeves rolled up. His black hair hid his face as he leaned over the menu.
"What can I get you hon?" The waitress asked. The stranger looked up. "Jenny" He read her nametag aloud, as if confirming this was her name. "Thats me," She said, somewhat confused. The customer laid the menu on the table. "Jenny, I'll have a reuban, please, with a lemonade." "Coming right up." She scribled the order down, tore it off, ran to the counter, and stuck it to the pile that the cook was rushing to get through.
A truck pulled up to the garage next door, and a man walked out, and went into the shop. The customer at the diner, Neil Tack, looked out the big window with no blinds. He was glad to have found someplace to eat in this speck of a town. Furthermore, he sensed a strong disturbance; someone had recently become very angry. The door inside that connects the two buisnesses flew open, and the man from the truck came storming in, shouting.
"David this is ridiculous! I been here eight years, since I was seventeen, and you're gonna fire me?" The second man, David, aparently, came through the open door. "Tex, calm dowm. Look, it's not you, its just that, well, times ar getting hard, and I can't afford to keep you around." Tex, a tall guy with a plaid shirt and stubble, scoffed. "So, what, I'm too expensive? I'm too good, right? You could fire half the guys here, and I could make up for the loss myself." David wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. He lowered his voice. "I could almost do that, and we might be alright. But your attitude has got the other fellas, well, pissed off, and they want me to do something about it. So I am."
Tex walked a small circle. "Oh, thats good, thats fine then. I understand. Understand that you sons of bitches can't handle me! I'll have a new job before you know it! I'll be so far from this place, it'l make-" "I'm hiring, If you're interested!" Neil stood up near his booth. Tex looked at him, then looked back at David, smiling. "Why don't you come over here, I'll tell you about it." Tex nodded once, and aproached as Jenny brought Neil's plate and drink over to him.
"So, what buissness y'in?" Tex asked.
-cont.
