fried hot dogs

 fried hot dogs were not uncommon — some say 40 times that, some saying as many as 60 or more per bag in various shapes — sold daily in this small corner diner with white walls painted black and yellow tile roofs. At $5 for the bun ($11.00 flat rate ) on weekdays or about 25 for 20 cents on some days. For lunch, it was usually $5. At lunch- hour on Fridays I could pay just over five cents to see the waitress' underthings time to time. On Saturday there seemed enough. The staff consisted of mostly women but on most occasions there were male supervisors and managers along with some older women, and the occasional in between types, no anger, just mean looks from them towards some of the writers, who shared the darker tables at outer edges of diners, bars, and gathering points. It became a joke amongst the patrons at the place that a scrawny looking guy would be trying to hit on these women. They looked like heaven incarnate, mixtures of Playboy Models, MILF porno models, Anime girls, and unholy dreams with wrinkles at times, wherein, in other places their skin, in the right places, was as taught as the flesh of a pre-teen. One day when the place was closing, there were cars in the parking lot that we did not recognize. It got dark when ever they showed up, they came over on tuesday nights a little after sunset, never in the day time. The people in the place would see the guys get out of their cars, their backs would turn so that they would not look directly at them. The either black or dark grey , skinny type suits they wore were sinister in view. Some came over and would walk up to the counter. They would only order coffee. They would only demand the best quality of coffee. We also got the kind that would eat up all the pie and donuts and their friends. The iced coffee was the thing that we saw them leave with. always caffeinated, i guess. If I had any idea about who they were special agents of sorts ... or what. or whether these guys worked with the cops or FBI.

There was a big fight going down one night, the local police got up from their booth one night to go take care of it. The dark suit guys said to them "let us take care of it", a minute or so later, after they left the diner, the people on the phone stopped bugging the cops. ... they came back to say there was nothing to worry about, now, and the people called the station, who had observed this thing, thanked the station for their new agents who were quite quick with their service. I would just have liked to have been there the night they came back to the Cafe after breaking up that brawl, unfortunately my own experience, I have the timing of a busted dollar store watch. Friends have told me the night was filled with banter between the local police of the area and the "suit guys", . The guys all talked about some things that were not reallly clear. they kept talking about a ranch outside of town, and the depth of the talk was deep. they had to have been there talking for about 3 hours. They did what they did. they all took care of business. Burgers , hot peppers, and fries were had by both the police and the dark suits that night after what happened, with very little talk. Normally, the banter was almost loud, but at least audible.

After the tires were on fire at about midnight, we knew these people, or things had become serious again.vvv"Vanquish ME OH GOD NOW!", one shouted in a booth watching the agents cars burst into flame. He screamed a terrifying sound, unlike i have ever heard before or since then, the fire was blue hot, I had no idea that a cars fire could affect the heat of a diner. Everyone let it happen. They knew, They knew something we didn't know. They just said " we have seen it before, it happens, over and over again". After being burned down with gasoline , they ran. Still on fire. They came back for coffee and donuts. In the morning i thought it was a bad dream. My dream that the smoke came from the burning cars coming from the corner. The agents had put bombs in the cars of the nuclear people. I could tell it was the right time to leave , i knew, and wanted some of that last little look up the waitresses skirts, this time , I gave them quarters. They showed me the goods. The fire was lit. I took tow of them in the car, a 1981 Subaru ..... . they weren't ready for fun, but they got ready and headed up, with us to the right place at the right time. It is always

the same way, but, only a different day, some times. I am sure

that all people have had nights like these. from age nine, i think. till death. It would say that we are truly united, or to say that we are all the way apart. If anyone cancontest this, i would wish for a diagram, please. We had an agreement, okay? They will say I was the one who I am not, nor wished to be in the first place. I'm Sorry. And, Please just accept me.

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