Harry was having the worst day; his '92 Subaru Outback had gotten a flat tire, his wife had confessed that she was sleeping with his best friend, and he had lost his job. Oh, and he lived in New Orleans. Harry had given up and left and was en route to Baton Rouge, when it hit him, a panic attack like none he had ever fathomed. His heart pounded on the inside of his chest and hot sweat dripped of his body; with blurred vision he swerved and busted a tire. Cursing his luck he look around in all directions looking for some sign of help, nothing. He turned back to his car, and there it was, Heaven's Pass Diner. Confused, Harry entered the diner looking around trying to see if it actually existed. It looked like your average diner, but it felt like something else. Across from the door was the bar colored a pale pink. on both sides of Harry were booths, all of which were full. The bright red booths gleamed in the somehow natural, and not at all florecent lights. An aroma ventured into his nostrils, apple pie, blueberry pie, eggs, bacon, coffee. Then without warning there she was, an attractive blond waitress.
"G'day love, please have a seat over here."
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