Chapter Chunk 11-15, Assignment C*

Dear Diary, 

Today was just like any other day in our little hamburger stand/gas station along Route 66. As usual, I was staring out the window, waiting for customers to walk in while Al cooks up meals. 

I do all sorts of things to attract customers. I make myself look very presentable, just in case any truck drivers come through. I even show off a little bit of skin sometimes, knowing that's what they like to see. I smile and laugh at their unfunny jokes, pretending that they are the most hysterical things I've ever heard. Al smiles sometimes, even though he's usually quiet while cooking. He never laughs though. He only looks up from his spatula if I say something lively enough. 

All of this, just for a tip that I deserve very much. That's why I don't like cars: they try to take advantage of our good nature and utilities. They use up our napkins, drop them on the floor, complain that our soda isn't cold enough, and blame it all on me. Then they'll tell everyone else that our little shack is no good. This is why I call them shitheels. 

But today, Big Bill the Rat came along with his friend, Bing Crosby, for a stop before continuing to drive out. They were driving a big transport vehicle and I got very excited, knowing that they'd give me tips for our services and all. We caught up for a little, and then this sedan pulled up. A man and two little boys came out with him, and he asked me for water. I was irritated because I knew this man is going to be THOSE kind of people--shitheels. 

He asked me for water, and as I watched him drink from our hose, he asked me for a loaf of bread. I felt really annoyed because for one, we are not a grocery store. And also, he asked to pay for the loaf for only 10 cents, when they are usually sold for 15. I only agreed to let them have it because Al told me to just give it to them, which I found pretty unusual considering he just shuts up his mouth and cooks. 

Before he paid for the loaf of bread, he asked me if the striped candy that his two boys were drooling about were a penny apiece. My conscience getting the best of me, I told him that it was a penny for two, even though it was really a nickel apiece. After that, they left our little shack and went their way. 

Touched by the gratitude in which I did not want to offer the man and his two boys, Big Bill and Bing both decided to give me tips. Because of this, I learned that maybe I shouldn't be so mean to shitheels. I should be ESPECIALLY nice to them when truck drivers are around, because if I impress those truck drivers enough by being nice to these shitheels, the truck drivers will give me tips. Sometimes maybe even large tips. 

Greedy for more money, 
Mae