Liplovinman
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Sam Daniels looked over the bartop at the little girl serving drinks and told himself to head home. This had been a crappy day, no need to complicate the night with more BS. He hailed the blonde bartender for his tab, dropped his cash and headed out the door.
Sam hadn't given much thought to how much he'd had to drink, just that he hadn't eaten, and the greasy spoon next door did bang up business after the bar closed. He trudged through the loose gravel to the sidewalk, the noise of his footsteps, sining in his ears. He wondered if the smell of the all night diner would adversely affect his stomache.
Despite it's age, the place was clean, smelled like breakfast and Sam was ready to order before coffee was on the table. He looked at the menu, ordered standard fare and sipped at the hot brew while his mind wandered over the events of the day.
His business had finally gone under, something he had seen coming, but fended off until the last moment. He'd done mortgage loans for years. With the market drying up, however, the big players had slowly driven him out. Sam looked at his reflection in the black coffee, what was the move now?
His breakfast arrived hot, the toast overbuttered and he pushed it to the side. The hashbrowns were pedestrian, but crisp and fresh, the eggs the same. He poked the bacon around the plate and wondered when it had been prepared, it was dull and hard. Sam mulled over his propsects.
It wasn't until he resigned himself to depart that he saw the sign in the window. For Sale
It took a moment to register the fact that the diner was for sale, not the property, or someone's vehicle advertised on the building. There was no real thought in his mind as he walked back through the doors and asked to speak with the owner.
Sam hadn't given much thought to how much he'd had to drink, just that he hadn't eaten, and the greasy spoon next door did bang up business after the bar closed. He trudged through the loose gravel to the sidewalk, the noise of his footsteps, sining in his ears. He wondered if the smell of the all night diner would adversely affect his stomache.
Despite it's age, the place was clean, smelled like breakfast and Sam was ready to order before coffee was on the table. He looked at the menu, ordered standard fare and sipped at the hot brew while his mind wandered over the events of the day.
His business had finally gone under, something he had seen coming, but fended off until the last moment. He'd done mortgage loans for years. With the market drying up, however, the big players had slowly driven him out. Sam looked at his reflection in the black coffee, what was the move now?
His breakfast arrived hot, the toast overbuttered and he pushed it to the side. The hashbrowns were pedestrian, but crisp and fresh, the eggs the same. He poked the bacon around the plate and wondered when it had been prepared, it was dull and hard. Sam mulled over his propsects.
It wasn't until he resigned himself to depart that he saw the sign in the window. For Sale
It took a moment to register the fact that the diner was for sale, not the property, or someone's vehicle advertised on the building. There was no real thought in his mind as he walked back through the doors and asked to speak with the owner.
