The Man in the Restaurant

Went into a restaurant for cappucino & light breakfast. . .A man there had a grubby baseball cap, grubby leather coat, hadn’t shaved in three days, looked grumpy, grizzled middle aged. Waitress asked him was he ready to order, he said shortly, “Ain’t ready yet.” Pretty easy to judge this guy as an older working class Republican, not much educated–except for one thing. The man was me.

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2 comments

  1. Daen de Leon
    April 17, 2012 at 11:43 pm

    See, that’s what I like about you, John — short stories in the horror genre are just part of your life. Less than 70 words, and the hairs on the back of my neck are standing up … :)

  2. Michael P. Workman
    April 25, 2012 at 10:16 am

    Kind of like a hall of breaking mirrors.

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