Just deserts

I decided to treat myself and go out for dinner. Going solo works at diners where you can park yourself on a stool at the counter. It's another thing to take up a waitress' table with only one in the party.

I sat watching rain clouds roll in and the sun slip away.

Tomorrow maybe I'll find a diner with waitresses with steaming pots of black coffee, farmers with their seed hats will sit and read the paper, and my eggs floating on a steel griddle will be solemnly watched over by a toothless short order cook with tattoos.