# 15 – Lisa
A week or so ago my sister, her husband and I were driving from DC to Cleveland in the middle of the night and decided to stop at a WaffleHouse. That sign sucked us in. The three of us grew up outside of the US and as such none of us had ever been to one. It seems that no matter how many times we learn that most of these places make you feel disgusting afterwards, we keep going back.
Lisa served us there. She was working the night shift, so when we came in at 4am she was getting ready to leave at 5. She told me that the only thing she was working on was saving for a new car. Her co-worker AJ, who wouldn’t let me take his was pretty interesting. Overhearing me ask Lisa what she was working on in life, he yelled over his shoulder as he ducked out into the cold for a ciggie break – “I’m working on getting out of jail!!”
Lisa chuckled and looked up at me from the dishes she was clearing. She nodded, “Yup, thats true!”
glad i realized you have a blog! smooshes.
crazy foreigners with your cravings. you gotta love diner food though, i could go for some french toast right now!