A waitress approached me, she looked like she was in her 60’s. Her name tag read, “Blanche.” She had light pink hair and wore a black t-shirt with jeans, She smelled of cigarettes and cheap perfume. She said, “Sit wherever you want.” I looked around the place and saw four customers, not including me. They all looked like locals. They appeared used to the surrounding filth. I walked towards a booth a saw the photo hanging above it, dusty and old, some kind of lake house scene …show more content…
I must have left it at the table. I couldn’t breathe they were all trying to kill me. I walked out of the bathroom trying to calm down maybe I just heard wrong. I walked to my table and grabbed my phone. Slowly I walked to the door. “Hey! You have to pay for that!” yelled Blanche. I began to run, tears streaming down my face. “Moe, she’s a dine and dasher!” yelled Blanche, “Get her!” I was trying to find my way back to the mechanic, but I couldn’t remember where to go. I tried to call the police but my phone was dead. It was getting dark and I was all alone in the middle of