Post by Livvy | Sandra Knapp on Feb 11, 2008 16:18:26 GMT -5
Sandy pulled up in her ancient blue mustang and found a parking spot right up by the front door. As she pulled into it, she looked to see what the hours of the restaurant were. When she couldn't see, she decided she didn't care because if they weren't open, it was their fault that they weren't getting her business. Sandy turned the car off and the motor died down enough for her to concentrate on what she was doing. From the passenger seat she grabbed at her backpack that she was supposed to be taking to "school" and unzipped it, taking out her bright red purse. She then zipped her backpack back up, threw it to the floor of the car, and opened her door to step out.
Sandra smoothed down her tight black and red Mickey shirt, and ran her hands over her hair to make sure it was the same as she left it. Sandy didn't bother to check her short denim skirt, because she already knew that it was going to blow around in the wind. She walked up to the door in her dark sandals and pulled on the door, which opened easily. Sandra stepped inside and pushed another glass door open, where she sat at on a couch to wait to be seated. As she did, she was welcomed by a waitress and once again she stood up to go and sit somewhere.
Sandra let herself be led to a table with four chairs, and was given a menu. She looked around before smoothing her skirt and sitting down - she wanted to know who was around her and if they looked like trouble. It was a habit since her eighth grade year, when she sat down to eat her lunch at school and someone punched her in the back and spilled their lunch on her. Not a good memory. She took the menu in her hands and studied it, to see if there was anything she would necessarily like.
When she finally decided on pancakes, she thought of her options listed in the menu; a fruit topping and two sides. Since she was trying to become a vegetarian, she decided that she would just have a side of fried potato shreds, and for the fruit topping she chose none other than blueberries. She set the menu down and waited for the waitress to come back, but it seemed to take ages. The width of Sandra's patience was unbelieveably thin, so she'd been used to waiting for what seemed like forever for things like this.
Sandra smoothed down her tight black and red Mickey shirt, and ran her hands over her hair to make sure it was the same as she left it. Sandy didn't bother to check her short denim skirt, because she already knew that it was going to blow around in the wind. She walked up to the door in her dark sandals and pulled on the door, which opened easily. Sandra stepped inside and pushed another glass door open, where she sat at on a couch to wait to be seated. As she did, she was welcomed by a waitress and once again she stood up to go and sit somewhere.
Sandra let herself be led to a table with four chairs, and was given a menu. She looked around before smoothing her skirt and sitting down - she wanted to know who was around her and if they looked like trouble. It was a habit since her eighth grade year, when she sat down to eat her lunch at school and someone punched her in the back and spilled their lunch on her. Not a good memory. She took the menu in her hands and studied it, to see if there was anything she would necessarily like.
When she finally decided on pancakes, she thought of her options listed in the menu; a fruit topping and two sides. Since she was trying to become a vegetarian, she decided that she would just have a side of fried potato shreds, and for the fruit topping she chose none other than blueberries. She set the menu down and waited for the waitress to come back, but it seemed to take ages. The width of Sandra's patience was unbelieveably thin, so she'd been used to waiting for what seemed like forever for things like this.