the diner

Lucky walked into the 24 hour diner with food on his mind. He crept in through the back door, carefully staying out of eyesight, yet following the smell of fries and onion rings. Slowly, he crept into the main room, running from table to table with his tail between his legs so he wouldn't get stepped on. A waiter ran by, so Lucky ran to the booth and waited under the table. The woman in the booth smelled strongly of cheap perfume and nail polish, which made his nose tingle. His sense of smell was overwhelmed because at one point he was relishing the smells of the diner, and at the same time he hated the woman in the booth, whose tacky stench screamed in the face of all that is holy. Lucky's stomach growled, and he wished that the bitch would just order her food so he could snag a bit of it. While everyone ate, lucky sat, waiting for something, anything to fill his belly.