Yesterday, my plot for dominating my background check was foiled again. As I was stopped at an intersection my car completely died. A jump couldn't fix it, so good samaritans rushed over to help a crying girl. My car is 20 years old.. It's time for a new one. But of course, we cannot afford to get a new one (or certified pre-owned I don't care, just something newer). So, it was towed to our house and is now sitting all dressed up with nowhere it can go.
So, today Jacob drove me to my work (2 hours early) and I decided to check out this little cafe. Dating back to the 70s or so, with cups that looked as tacky as in the interior design I sat and drank some coffee. I ordered some sausage muffin thing with hasbrowns (which were disgusting and I LOVE hasbrowns!!). The waitress was wearing this white flat shoes with no back heel (rookie mistake) and her foot kept slipping out.
"I'm not used to flats," she commented, "I'm used to my heels! I know weird, huh? Waitressing in heels?"
Yes. That is quite odd. But would flat sneakers look good with her short skirt and tube top? Probably not.
Also, besides the waitress I was the only one under 55 and the only female...
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