He's a drifter. Nothing to lose. Confident. Strolls into the diner for a meal with his last few bucks, no idea when he'll eat again. Carefree. The diner owner's restless wife takes notice, sees the drifter's confidence, his bliss. A look up and down, some thought . . . She's found her mark. Offers him a job at the counter, good pay. He turns it down, doesn't want work. She gives him a look . . . He starts on Monday. |
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