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Abe Heller

Feb 6, 2009 10:17 PM

I finally got a seat in the railroad diner. "Do you like split-pea soup, Mr. Heller?" "No," I told the waitress. "Chicken croquettes then?" "No." "How about some nice prune pie?" "No, nothing today." The waitress took the napkin off the table, tossing it into the air like she was releasing a carrier pigeon. "Good day then, sir," she said, while pouring a cup of ice-cube-size dollops of potato and tomato for a shrunken farmer in the next booth before he knocked over his hair dryer which caused him to laugh. Yet the more I cooked the more I was concerned that I was not notified as to where to send the food; I was NEVER provided with an address. To that end, I picked up the telephone and dialed star six nine to call the customer back.
Me Against Myself Now o… Online Now!

Dec 28, 2007 5:32 AM

Heyyyyyyy how are things?
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