The fans swirled overhead, yet the air was overheated. She felt desiccated, confused by her presence in the diner straight from a bad 50’s movie. Looking in the window, she saw herself a vision straight from pinup art.
“What the hell, “she thought, “you would never catch me dead in this get up.”
Suddenly the door swung open and with the tall man who came through the door came an underlying scent of rotten eggs.
“Waitress, coffee dammit!”
She looked again, noticed the tail twitching beneath the long coat.
“Oh, no. I am a waitress in Hell.”
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This is dedicated to all those people in the service industry who believe they are doing you a favor by waiting on you, answering your questions, answering the phone, bringing your food, taking your order or any of the other sundry things they are paid to do. Yes, I know there are many in the service industry that do a great job, unfortunately there are far too many who do not.