The bacon and hashbrowns sizzled. The dishes

and forks in the sink bickered with each other as

they were carelessly dropped in a soapy bath.

The fluorescent lights pummeled my eyes in

sharp contrast to the outside where rain drizzled

in the dreary night.

Worn booths and exhausted faces adorn the

inside. The clock on the wall meant nothing but

was always right. A neon sign exclaimed, “Open

24/7!” The waitress and the cook would look at

both with contempt as they contemplated their

options.

She sat across from me. Long dark hair, that was

a little messy cascaded around brown eyes the

size of the plates in front of us. “Sure you want to

eat here? I think there is another place open this

time on Board?’ I asked.

“No, I like this place. Besides, it’s the closest.” she

replied while glancing over the laminated menu

with pictures of greasy goodness in various forms

and flavors. I was sure they didn’t serve beer

here.

Without further adieu, the waitress came over

popping pink bubble gum. She looked at me for a

second before saying, “Cash only, honey.”