The morning drive and the afternoon walk through the mission left Janice and Mazie with little energy or motivation for more activity requiring effort. Unwilling to drive at rush hour in unknown territory, too tired to walk far they settled on the first place they found, a non-elegant pizza place with dirty windows, iffy patrons at five of the eight not too clean tables. A tender looking waitress worked all the tables.
“Miss, you forgot my water.”
“Miss, this spoon is not clean.”
“How long does it take to nuke up lasagna?”
Janice picked at the salad of limp lettuce, pale tomatoes, rubbery cucumbers and browning celery. Mazie pushed her salad aside. “This is without question the worst excuse for a salad I ever saw.”
The pizza minimally acceptable they ate. Janice whispered, “I’d like more water, but...”
CRASH!! The waitress motionless before the lasagna covered floor. An overweight sweat browed man appeared waving a spatula. “You clumsy little heifer. Can’t you carry two plates?”
“Poor child,” Mazie said as they left. “But I did tip her really well. Ten dollars.”
Janice broke into laughter. “That’s why she opened the door for us with a big smile. “I gave her fifteen.”
Janice broke into laughter. “That’s why she opened the door for us with a big smile. “I gave her fifteen.”
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