Silver Spoon Cafe
I like to sit way
down, the one driver said.
Low rider, the other said.
Yeah, like all the way down on the floor.
I like listening to the motor, and the wheels humming on the road.
The waitress came with two bowls of soup. She set them on the counter in front of the two drivers. Then she reached under the counter, and pulled out a little basket of cellophane wrapped crackers.
You fellas, want I should bring you something else just now? She put the crackers on the counter.
No ma’am. One said.
The one who liked to ride low said, May I have a bottle of hot sauce?
The waitress reached under the counter, and pulled up a bottle of hot sauce. A strand of hair fell into her face, and she blew it back up onto her head.
She put the bottle next to the crackers. Then she poured coffee into the driver’s mugs.
Don’t ever get into a race with a cattle truck, said the one who liked listening to the wheels on the pavement. They have big ass motors, and they know all the shortcuts through the hills.
The waitress wrote some numbers down on her pad, and then she walked through the restaurant filling coffee cups. At one of the tables a man asked her for a new spoon.
