The waitress looked down at Lisa, frowning, holding the note pad in one pudgy hand. "A glass of water hun?" She drawled, the words pushing out of two fat lips. "Water is for paying customers, not freeloaders trying to find a place to rest their skinny little legs."
Lisa's eyes went wide, a bit startled by the waitress's sudden change in temperament. Noticing that the woman was still waiting, Lisa looked back down at the menu, flipping though the pages. "I'm not sure," she stammered, trying to pick an item that didn't look like a heart attack on a platter. "There's a lot of food here, and I have no idea what's good."
The waitress's expression softened slightly, and then broke into a large, meaty smile. "Aw, that's fine," she cooed. "I'll tell you the best of what we have, but I'll need to know your tastes first."
Lisa smiled. The woman was nice, and trying to do her best with a new customer, Lisa realized. "I don't mean to sound pretentious, but I'd like something small-ish to just nibble on," Lisa said softly.
"We can certainly do that!" The waitress exclaimed, bringing her pad of paper out quickly, her fat arms slightly flapping. "Would you like breakfast, lunch, or dessert?"
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