David turned the corner, almost bumping into someone as his
eyes were turned up towards the street name on the building opposite. Calling
out an apology to the guy who had already moved on, David frowned at the sign.
Duane Street, he was pretty sure this one had been mentioned in the directions
but he had lost track of how far along he was, did he go left or right next? He
turned back onto West Broadway and glanced around. Approaching an older man
standing looking at his paper, he began to ask for directions. At that moment a
busker nearby kicked up the sound on his guitar and burst into his chorus.
Don’t walk away, baby
You got so much on your mind
I’ve got something to say baby-
Although the musician had a pretty good voice and David
might otherwise have stopped to listen, now he just raised his voice to catch
the man’s attention.
“Excuse me, sir? Could you help me out, see I’m trying to
get to –”
“Can’t help you kid, I’m in a hurry.” He said, turning away
and strolling in a very unhurried fashion down the street.
“Yeah, thanks, I can tell.” David called after him anyway.
There just wasn’t any need to be rude like that. He heard a chuckle.
I always feel so lazy for only working 25h a week. Like, that’s only 3 long shifts, that’s not a whole lot. But whenever I work more I am reminded that apparently I am not capable to doing more, I worked one more shift last week and it absolutely fucked me up? So I’m glad I’m getting an inofficial break by pretending to be sick to see Radiohead in Poland lmao but also I should proooobably try to get some sort of diagnosis on what exactly is wrong with my body, because not only am I judging myself but I feel like other people are judging me too. I just don’t know where to start, every time so far I went to a doctor and explained how I feel that there’s something wrong and I don’t have as much energy as other people and stuff they always ran blood test, found nothing, and we’re like “we don’t know either but maybe do more sports” and like….that doesn’t work for me. And maybe it’s just the depression and ptsd eating my energy but idk it feels like there’s something else.
Denny’s is your local, friendly diner open 24 hours a day every day of the year. A place to relax and enjoy a breakfast at any hour, a fulfilling lunch or delicious dinner. All are welcome at Denny’s, and it’s your safest location, provided you follow this very simple guide for the nightly hours.
Never close your eyes in a Denny’s parking lot.
Walk calmly to the door; you will hear sounds. Do not look behind you.
Always make sure the door closes behind you, unless it was already open when you arrived, in which case do not touch the door.
Never sit at the table farthest from the front door. Your server will sometimes try to seat you there. Politely refuse and ask for another table.
If you see a table with two salt-shakers, walk past it; that table is taken. Sit at the table directly across from it instead.
Eat your pancakes. Box any leftovers; it would be a shame to waste food. It might attract something.
Do not, under any circumstance, look into the eyes of your own reflection in the bathroom.
If your server’s eyes turn black, do not panic; order a coffee with extra cream. Do not ask for a refill. Do not stare.
Think you recognize someone who just walked in? Best to ignore it. It’s probably not what it seems. They will proceed to sit at the table farthest from the door.
If you are walking past a Denny’s and you see yourself sitting in the corner booth through the window, keep walking. Do not eat at Denny’s that night.
Did you tip? You better double check. It’s only polite to leave a tip.
Do not ask questions. They will Notice.
Your local Denny’s is the perfect place for a delicious meal at all hours of the day. Hope you enjoy your next visit to any Denny’s Diner!