Dax
Today, I make it to the diner early. Even though I will be working from the hotel room, being on central time in an eastern time zone gives me an extra hour. I'm also here because last night Cory wouldn't stop razzing me about being an hour late yesterday.
The bell above the door jingles as I make my way inside. The round table in the back of the room is set and ready, but it appears I'm the first one to arrive. There are other customers in the booths and a few at the long bar. I go to the bar with stools. Looking around, I realize that this place hasn't changed since I was a kid. The vinyl seats are probably new, but the stools bolted to the floor are the same.
When I sit down, beyond an empty stool I see a partially eaten breakfast along with a child's menu and crayons two seats
