A brute but friendly looking man across the room. He flirted with all the waitresses. He stood at about six-five, and when he left the restaurant, he had to turn to fit his shoulders through the doorway. Standard clientele.
Mom.
from 10.12.08
Monday, October 20, 2008
from thanksgiving morning
Entries from a series I'm beginning called Diner Drawings; observations from inside of different diners. Wherever diners. These are from Thanksgiving morning when I went to breakfast with my mom and grandpa at Kitty's Hideaway.
A brute but friendly looking man across the room. He flirted with all the waitresses. He stood at about six-five, and when he left the restaurant, he had to turn to fit his shoulders through the doorway. Standard clientele.
Mom.
from 10.12.08
A brute but friendly looking man across the room. He flirted with all the waitresses. He stood at about six-five, and when he left the restaurant, he had to turn to fit his shoulders through the doorway. Standard clientele.
Mom.
from 10.12.08
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