Post by molly on Jul 22, 2011 21:37:48 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; height: 475px; background-image: url(http://i818.photobucket.com/albums/zz102/annawarbler/mollypost2.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] true boredom It had been a rough day at work for Molly. A lot of screaming kids put her on edge, and made her wonder why anyone would bring their children to a diner like this one. Granted, they served staples like chicken fried steak and chicken and waffles, but it's quite an out of place restaurant to eat at. Most people prefer to eat somewhere with more California-esque cuisine. The cook seemed pretty angry when they tried to order a fancy, complicated dish instead of just sticking with spaghetti. At least her shift was almost over, and she could go home and rant about it to her father. The other waitress who was working tonight had yet to show up, which meant Molly couldn't leave until she did. She looked around at the paintings and taxidermy animals on the walls. The diner had a southern feel to it, which made her feel right at home. Molly sat down on one of the bar stools, and slumped herself over the counter, hoping a patron would walk in and keep her occupied for the next twenty minutes. there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0 |