Waitress
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The diner she worked at was a crumbling mass of bricks and retro décor. She swept the floor, took orders and cleared tables. It wasn’t the best job, but at least it paid.
Her red Mustang, old and rusted, sat in the small parking lot, waiting loyally for her. Leaning on the broom she was using, she gazed out the murky window. How she longed for a new, shiny car. One that could actually make the five miles every day, without stalling.
But for now, she was stuck at the old retro diner. Stuck working for seven dollars an hour.
Her red Mustang, old and rusted, sat in the small parking lot, waiting loyally for her. Leaning on the broom she was using, she gazed out the murky window. How she longed for a new, shiny car. One that could actually make the five miles every day, without stalling.
But for now, she was stuck at the old retro diner. Stuck working for seven dollars an hour.