He lays a gentle hand on the man s arm and speaks softly. All seems to be forgiven, both men smile and the first one walks in his ungainly gait out the door. Many of us never get to see or be a part of scenes like these. Once inside many of us would scorn this place at first glance and waltz right back out the door, noses held high. But we are honestly missing something when we scorn such places.
Life goes on here in the diner.
Children have surgery and recover, cars refuse to start, Sharon continues to cook, and the blonde man continues to playfully harass her and regale his friends with his stories. The people here are in a world of their own making. A world where everyone knows who you are and wonders when you don t show up on a given day.