Written for OLWG# 283
A rhinestone chain ran from her cat-eye glasses to the nametag she wore pinned to her light blue uniform with white trim and turquoise piping.
The nametag read “Marge.”
She had three water glasses in each hand and set them down on the table in front of us. My brother began passing them around. In the pocket of the short white apron that she had fastened tight around her waist, she carried her order pad, at least three stubby pencils, and a handful of nickels and dimes.
“Good evening. Welcome to “The Wild Pigeon Cafe. Can I get you something to drink?”
“What’s the Special tonight?” Dad.
“Tonight, we have a delicate macaroni pasta topped with a provocative American cheese sauce. It comes with your choice of sides. You could opt for a heavy slab of Murray’s famous meatloaf or a lightly breaded and deep-fried fish stick from the refrigerator section at the Farm Store.”
Hmmm, Dad mused, and Mom scowled when Marge flashed her pearly whites at him.
She kept on with her pitch, “The pasta pairs well with Coca-Cola or, not surprisingly, with our sweet tea, too. I’ll give you a little time to decide and then take your dinner orders when I come back with your drinks.
She pulled out her pad and one of the yellow stubby # 2’s and glared back at my mother, waiting for a drink order.
This week’s prompts were:
- this was a mistake
- a provocative cheese sauce
- if you close your eyes