"There I was, alone at that old and dirty diner, having a late meal or an early breakfast, like it mattered at all. Coffe was cold and bitter just like my ex-wife, while toasts were crumbing worse than my bank account and bacon was past its expiration date, same as my dreams. My innards complained that cheap omelette was a bad decision, just one more in my long list of bad decisions. Adding refried beans was an even worse one. I hurried to the bathroom like a rat up a drainpipe. The "Sorry out of order" sign stopped me deader than a fly in the web. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, Buster. Just suck it up. That's is life."
....and right there, the floor became a chocolate pudding factory, however, the stinch of this particular pudding left a diner full of empty tables. Coats left behind in the seats. Car keys and purses lay on the tables. The place is like a ghost town. No clanging of cooking sounds from the kitchen. No diner chatter. The lights continuously flicker on and off, as if a bad storm is happening....and infact, a bad storm did take place. The storm of corned poop. I walk behind the counter towards the back of the diner where an office is located. The door is open. A coat and keys lay across the office desk. The phone is off the hook, laying on the table, as if someone suddenly ran for their life, leaving everything behind. "Damn," I think.."the smell is THAT bad??" I ponder to myself. There's a shelf on the office wall...full of new uniform clothes still folded. Pants. Shirts. Hats. And whatta ya know..a pair of shoes still tied, under the office desk. Whoever was in here must of got a whiff of my corn chocolate, and jumped out of his shoes trying to escape the inundating stinch that's taking over the entire diner. I take the clothes to the kitchen. The kitchen sink is still running on one side and dishes still sit on the other side in soapy water.. as if whoever was washing dishes suddenly had to run out of the diner for some reason. Taking a clean rag from a nearby shelf, I wash and clean up really good, leaving the pooped clothing and used rag near the trash. I dry off with more rags, get dressed in the clothing from the office, put on the shoes, and make my way to the front exist. I open the door and suddenly hear "FREEZE!!!" Yeah I froze, alright..but soon as I heard that policeman yell, the poop flowed once again. This time, it flooded the parking lot. The policeman now has bigger problems than focusing on me....somehow, he has to get all this cleaned up. So.....I go back in the office to grab another pair of clothes, go to the kitchen sink and...
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"There I was, alone at that old and dirty diner, having a late meal or an early breakfast, like it mattered at all. Coffe was cold and bitter just like my ex-wife, while toasts were crumbing worse than my bank account and bacon was past its expiration date, same as my dreams. My innards complained that cheap omelette was a bad decision, just one more in my long list of bad decisions. Adding refried beans was an even worse one. I hurried to the bathroom like a rat up a drainpipe. The "Sorry out of order" sign stopped me deader than a fly in the web. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, Buster. Just suck it up. That's is life."
....and right there, the floor became a chocolate pudding factory, however, the stinch of this particular pudding left a diner full of empty tables. Coats left behind in the seats. Car keys and purses lay on the tables. The place is like a ghost town. No clanging of cooking sounds from the kitchen. No diner chatter. The lights continuously flicker on and off, as if a bad storm is happening....and infact, a bad storm did take place. The storm of corned poop. I walk behind the counter towards the back of the diner where an office is located. The door is open. A coat and keys lay across the office desk. The phone is off the hook, laying on the table, as if someone suddenly ran for their life, leaving everything behind. "Damn," I think.."the smell is THAT bad??" I ponder to myself. There's a shelf on the office wall...full of new uniform clothes still folded. Pants. Shirts. Hats. And whatta ya know..a pair of shoes still tied, under the office desk. Whoever was in here must of got a whiff of my corn chocolate, and jumped out of his shoes trying to escape the inundating stinch that's taking over the entire diner. I take the clothes to the kitchen. The kitchen sink is still running on one side and dishes still sit on the other side in soapy water.. as if whoever was washing dishes suddenly had to run out of the diner for some reason. Taking a clean rag from a nearby shelf, I wash and clean up really good, leaving the pooped clothing and used rag near the trash.
I dry off with more rags, get dressed in the clothing from the office, put on the shoes, and make my way to the front exist. I open the door and suddenly hear "FREEZE!!!"
Yeah I froze, alright..but soon as I heard that policeman yell, the poop flowed once again. This time, it flooded the parking lot. The policeman now has bigger problems than focusing on me....somehow, he has to get all this cleaned up.
So.....I go back in the office to grab another pair of clothes, go to the kitchen sink and...
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