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He was very pleased to hear about my enthusiasm for the project and my skills at land navigation and map reading. He said the areas we’d be hiking through were off-trail and beyond any kind of GPS reception. I told him about Dale and Jimmy, and he approved their attendance as well. Dale and Jimmy were reluctant at first, but they agreed to join me once I’d chided them enough.
“Here comes a river!” Jimmy said.
The small sign on the side of the road read Willtucket River. I smiled with pride, confident and grateful that I was right. The bridge was very old, very rickety. Our Jeep proceed across it gingerly. Some of the wooden slats below creaked in alarming ways, but we made it across without incident.
“there’s a diner up ahead,” Dale said. “Should we stop for dinner?” He was addressing Mr. Duggar.
Mr. Duggar was still engrossed in his notes, scribbly handwriting and graphs all combined in a huge three ring binder. He would furtively flip between pages, cross-referencing who knows what. I’d looked over at his notes several times to peek at what he was writing, but to no avail. I couldn’t make it out at all.
“Yes, yes,” he said, waving his hand towards Dale in a dismissive gesture. “But lets be quick about it.”
I looked out the window at the diner and was giddy. It was an old-fashioned railcar diner. Thirty feet long and a shiny chrome exterior, the Dinner Club was barebones. I didn’t think these existed anymore, though it was surely out of necessity and not kitsch factor
It looked like we were the only patron as we parked, the sun now fully set behind the canopy of trees. A bell jingle greeted us from overhead as we entered. A tired waitress behind the counter opened my arms wide, indicating that we had the run of the place. We chose a table in the back.
I took a seat next to Jimmy, his knee brushing against mine wonderfully as he sat. I didn’t realize how famished I was until now, but I had to restrain myself. I had a love-hate relationship with food. I loved eating it, hated what it did to my weight. I’d always been a bit self conscious about my weight, but things had only gotten worse in college.
“Whacannigetcha?” the waitress said. Her nametag read DENISE and was skewed at an angle, obvious she wasn’t trying to impress anyone.
“Umm, menus would be a good start,” Dale said, looking around the table as if they were hiding somewhere.
Denise sucked air through her teeth and lumbered back behind the counter. A crash of silverware was followed by her quiet cursing. She walked back to us and dropped four menus onto our table without a word. She walked back behind the counter to clean up my mess.
“I’ve heard of places like this,” I said. “They have horrible service on purpose. It’s part of the charm.”
“I don’t think this is one of those places,” Dale said. “I think this is just an unlucky coincidence.”
“No such thing as coincidence,” Mr Duggar said. “That’s fatalism talking. You’re the master of your destiny, and everything happens for a reason. Thinking otherwise is foolish,” he said, looking down at his menu.
Dale shook his head and also looked down at his menu.
I could feel the tension build between these two and hoped the waitress came back soon. “Oh, homemade chicken pot pie,” I said.
The waitress knocked something else over behind the counter, and another crash of silverware was met by very loud cursing this time. I tried to stifle a laugh but I couldn’t. Dale joined me, and we had to fake coughing when Denise came back to our table.
“Whacannigetcha?” she said. my eyes were a little more alert, but the boredom of her spirit couldn’t be hidden.
“House salad,” I said. “No dressing.”
Jimmy and Dale shared a brief look.
I knew my order would get attention, but it was none of their business. Now I
He was very pleased to hear about my enthusiasm for the project and my skills at land navigation and map reading. He said the areas we’d be hiking through were off-trail and beyond any kind of GPS reception. I told him about Dale and Jimmy, and he approved their attendance as well. Dale and Jimmy were reluctant at first, but they agreed to join me once I’d chided them enough.
“Here comes a river!” Jimmy said.
The small sign on the side of the road read Willtucket River. I smiled with pride, confident and grateful that I was right. The bridge was very old, very rickety. Our Jeep proceed across it gingerly. Some of the wooden slats below creaked in alarming ways, but we made it across without incident.
“there’s a diner up ahead,” Dale said. “Should we stop for dinner?” He was addressing Mr. Duggar.
Mr. Duggar was still engrossed in his notes, scribbly handwriting and graphs all combined in a huge three ring binder. He would furtively flip between pages, cross-referencing who knows what. I’d looked over at his notes several times to peek at what he was writing, but to no avail. I couldn’t make it out at all.
“Yes, yes,” he said, waving his hand towards Dale in a dismissive gesture. “But lets be quick about it.”
I looked out the window at the diner and was giddy. It was an old-fashioned railcar diner. Thirty feet long and a shiny chrome exterior, the Dinner Club was barebones. I didn’t think these existed anymore, though it was surely out of necessity and not kitsch factor
It looked like we were the only patron as we parked, the sun now fully set behind the canopy of trees. A bell jingle greeted us from overhead as we entered. A tired waitress behind the counter opened my arms wide, indicating that we had the run of the place. We chose a table in the back.
I took a seat next to Jimmy, his knee brushing against mine wonderfully as he sat. I didn’t realize how famished I was until now, but I had to restrain myself. I had a love-hate relationship with food. I loved eating it, hated what it did to my weight. I’d always been a bit self conscious about my weight, but things had only gotten worse in college.
“Whacannigetcha?” the waitress said. Her nametag read DENISE and was skewed at an angle, obvious she wasn’t trying to impress anyone.
“Umm, menus would be a good start,” Dale said, looking around the table as if they were hiding somewhere.
Denise sucked air through her teeth and lumbered back behind the counter. A crash of silverware was followed by her quiet cursing. She walked back to us and dropped four menus onto our table without a word. She walked back behind the counter to clean up my mess.
“I’ve heard of places like this,” I said. “They have horrible service on purpose. It’s part of the charm.”
“I don’t think this is one of those places,” Dale said. “I think this is just an unlucky coincidence.”
“No such thing as coincidence,” Mr Duggar said. “That’s fatalism talking. You’re the master of your destiny, and everything happens for a reason. Thinking otherwise is foolish,” he said, looking down at his menu.
Dale shook his head and also looked down at his menu.
I could feel the tension build between these two and hoped the waitress came back soon. “Oh, homemade chicken pot pie,” I said.
The waitress knocked something else over behind the counter, and another crash of silverware was met by very loud cursing this time. I tried to stifle a laugh but I couldn’t. Dale joined me, and we had to fake coughing when Denise came back to our table.
“Whacannigetcha?” she said. my eyes were a little more alert, but the boredom of her spirit couldn’t be hidden.
“House salad,” I said. “No dressing.”
Jimmy and Dale shared a brief look.
I knew my order would get attention, but it was none of their business. Now I
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