Comments on: Start the Story: Where Do We Begin? 08/13/2009

By: Rajesh Pancholi

Rajesh Pancholi — Tue, 10 Aug 2010 09:20:33 +0000

Playing musical chairs at christmas was usually fun but having Barbara at the front was a mistake. You see, having a wooden leg meant she wasn’t the fastest to go around the table…

By: Tom Bradley Jr.

Tom Bradley Jr. — Mon, 09 Aug 2010 23:49:33 +0000

Their wholesome, friendly smiles transformed to hair-raising scowls the moment Mr. Dipper began handing out pink slips.

By: Elle

Elle — Mon, 04 Jan 2010 20:34:41 +0000

He had no real preference for a certain type of woman – neither old nor young, neither thin nor plump: all that mattered was how she looked in the waitress uniform and how well she could serve him. The minute they saw him enter they assumed their line-up positions hoping to be selected.

By: waqas

waqas — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 18:32:53 +0000

Agreed

By: E-Specjalista

E-Specjalista — Mon, 05 Oct 2009 23:25:41 +0000

One was chosen. One to die for

By: Scamp

Scamp — Fri, 14 Aug 2009 20:59:49 +0000

One week ago today it happened ~ so domestic and trivial really ~ someone’s cat, our dog, a scratch, a push, one scream, a slip and a crash as it fell ~ and then some sadness as the beautifully framed old photograph, given to me by the sweet old lady in Yamhill, lay in pieces on the hearth.

New frame and glass, and no harm done ~ except I don’t know which is most faulty ~ my eyes or my mind ~ because I swear to you when she gave it to me ~ before the glass smashed ~ there were fourteen faces (no more no less) ~ I’m telling you I counted fourteen in that line, and the face that’s now missing is hers.

By: Lisa Hanock-Jasie

Lisa Hanock-Jasie — Fri, 14 Aug 2009 20:13:57 +0000

Oops, typos. Let me revise as follows:

We were the closest of friends back then. Like the number of us in the old photo, we worked, played and laughed like a baker’s dozen.

By: Lisa Hanock-Jasie

Lisa Hanock-Jasie — Fri, 14 Aug 2009 20:10:56 +0000

We all were very close friend. Like the number of us in the old photo, we worked, played together and laughed like a baker’s dozen.

By: Scamp

Scamp — Fri, 14 Aug 2009 18:33:33 +0000

As I entered the diner, I was faced with 13 waitresses behind the counter, all posing in a single line for a photograph – except when the photographer left, it became clear that they weren’t posing, they were always like this.

Five of them served me my coffee (I gave the tip to the biggest one) and 12 hours later (I drink a LOT of coffee) their shift ended and 13 more waitresses came to take their place.

By: Scamp

Scamp — Fri, 14 Aug 2009 14:19:37 +0000

Is that a commision? :0)

From this exercise, I appear to be able to start some stories – I just need to find someone who’s good at finishing the flippin things, and I’m set :0)

By: Scamp

Scamp — Fri, 14 Aug 2009 13:47:38 +0000

:0)

By: Scamp

Scamp — Fri, 14 Aug 2009 13:45:34 +0000

The Big Dipper diner girls, they sure take some beating ~ all of them eager, wilful and willing, and with loved ones away, who would blame a certain sense of neglect or a need for attention? So was what I did such a crime, or was it a crime not to do?

Some things I should tell you before we continue:~ It has been put to me that I look youthful, but am in no way innocent ~ to say I break hearts for a living is too simplistic, it’s frequently more complex than that ~ oh, and my name is Rita, and I turn none away.

By: Lisa Hanock-Jasie

Lisa Hanock-Jasie — Fri, 14 Aug 2009 13:30:26 +0000

Of all us girls at the diner, Mildred always had to be the center of attention. She deserved what happened to her later that night; that cheap floral print dress was hideous.

By: Lisa Hanock-Jasie

Lisa Hanock-Jasie — Fri, 14 Aug 2009 13:23:07 +0000

ROTF

By: InteractiveMark

InteractiveMark — Fri, 14 Aug 2009 12:27:13 +0000

They had a helluva big waitstaff for such a tiny place. But that, as it turned out, wasn’t the strangest thing about the Big Dipper Cafe.