Literature
Diner
The diner was old, even then. Shafts of light through the picture-window blinds over the faded red booths. The red-haired waitress with too much rouge, the other grey-haired with glasses. They both wore white uniforms. Dresses. Women didn't wear pants much, back then. The cook was tattooed and also wore white. He looked as much like a sailor as a cook.
Tall menus were sandwiched between napkin holders and salt & pepper shakers, on the side of the table by the window. There were no booths on the other side, just a counter with stools.
Coca-Cola, iced tea, coffee. Burgers and fries with a real bottle of ketchup on the table. Ham and e