Hogan's

This afternoon, around 1, after spending a good part of the morning working like an illegal immigrant moving stage props and cruising around in a white truck, it was time to take a break for lunch. We stopped at an old diner off the highway that is usually crowded by lots of men and women well over 60 who seem order the same meal and eat at the same table week after week. When i eat here i usually pay not attention to anyone around and just go about my business like the good little Mexican worker I'm supposed to be. 

Well today was different. I took notice to everyone and everything around me, and boy did that prove to be entertaining. First off when you walk in there is a cash register with a little women standing behind it. The women looks in her mid-50's and very fake. She has overly tan skin for the winter, she wore the same outfit as a 12 year old but the shoes the shoes that grandparents usually wear. Her hair was blown out a little like a women would have in the 80's, and her nails were long and white with little designs only on the thumbs.  Right past here are booths everywhere, no actual tables are in this place. I guess your fucked if you come in with more then four people. There is also a bar with swivel seats, and on the counter behind it there was pastries that looked as old as the people sitting at the bar. The waitresses are all wear black pants and black vests with a white button down underneath. The Mexican busboys were wearing old school red polo shirts with their names on them and are constantly walking around caring one regular and one decaf pitcher of coffee filing up every ones cup that is not filled to the top.

But honestly its what happened in the table next to me that was hilarious. 

An older women sat down by herself in a booth. She sat there with a massive smile on her face. The waitress came over a couple of minutes later and asked her if she needed a menu. 

She replied "I would love a menu honey". After the waitress brought her a menu she says "I'm all ready to order". She never even opened the menu, she came in knowing exactly what she wanted. This is where the conversation got good.

"What can i get for you?"

"Can I have a Diet Coke and a spinach and broccoli omelet. I'm gonna be healthy today, but that's not going to stop me from having my cup of ice cream after" a light giggle to herself, "I want to be skinny again, just like you."

"You don't wanna be like me, i sit around food all day and then when i go home all i wanna do is eat. Would you like potatoes with that?"

"No Dear, no carbs for me, not on this diet"

"What kind of toast would you like?"

"What?" she tilted her head to the side as to move her ear closer. 

"What kind of toast would you like?"

"Rye please."

Well she got all her food, ate at a normal pace. She also got her cup of coffee and bowl of ice cream after her lunch. She sat by herself but seemed very happy the entire time. After all this the waitress came by to give us our checks. She stopped for a second though to look outside.

"What that going on out there, construction."

The old women "Yes dear, they're working on the bridge."

"They are going to close the bridge arn't they...yep i see the sign on the 1st they are going to close it." She then began to write down the prices and bill over everything. With a very stern and straight looking face "I hate change."

The old women behind her "Me too honey, me too."