No Use Dying Over Spilled Milk
“Fortunately Pauline’s Pancake House lives up to its name, and the same menu is used all day long.
“Jumbo tall stack, real butter, double order of bacon, and three smoked sausages,” I said pleasantly.
There was a staccato burst of gum popping and then a moment of silence. “I see you’re hanging around town. You’re fixing to move in on my territory, aren’t you, hon?”
I smiled politely at Pauline. The poor dear had undoubtedly been on her feet all day. Even the beehive atop her head had wilted and ...was slouched over to one side. If given the chance I would clue her in on industrial-strength bobby pins.
“Western Pennsylvania’s been snowed in, dear. I’ll make tracks as soon as the roads clear. I promise.”
I have yet to hear a diesel truck backfire louder than Pauline’s gum. “Shoot it to me straight, hon. You’ve got your eye on the old Pork and Cork on Taylorsville Road, don’tcha?”
I shook my head.
“No use lying to me, hon. I’ve seen that hungry look before.”MoreLess
“Jumbo tall stack, real butter, double order of bacon, and three smoked sausages,” I said pleasantly.
There was a staccato burst of gum popping and then a moment of silence. “I see you’re hanging around town. You’re fixing to move in on my territory, aren’t you, hon?”
I smiled politely at Pauline. The poor dear had undoubtedly been on her feet all day. Even the beehive atop her head had wilted and ...was slouched over to one side. If given the chance I would clue her in on industrial-strength bobby pins.
“Western Pennsylvania’s been snowed in, dear. I’ll make tracks as soon as the roads clear. I promise.”
I have yet to hear a diesel truck backfire louder than Pauline’s gum. “Shoot it to me straight, hon. You’ve got your eye on the old Pork and Cork on Taylorsville Road, don’tcha?”
I shook my head.
“No use lying to me, hon. I’ve seen that hungry look before.”MoreLess
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