Sickly Blueberries

As the days slowly churned out, I found a simple dinner near the hospital to eat at. The first time I went their I was greeted by a dirty neon sign buzzed on and on, reading "Old town Diner." A miasma of grease and burnt grills assaulted my nose, the dim lights were a half-hearted attempt at a mood, but in reality several of the bulbs had burnt out and no one had gotten around to fixing them. A mournful singer from the 50's was wailing through the diner's speakers, singing about the good ol' days where women were women, men were men, and society was deeply, profoundly racist. Though to be fair society is still deeply and profoundly racist, and they were right about the changing of gender roles but it turns out that wasn't actually a bad thing but was actually really rad. 

I sat down at shiny tables, at first I thought it was well kept, but it turns out that it was a layer of grease across the whole table. A server approached me and I ordered a simple burger with fries.He bounced away as I took in the whole diner. Employees running about the pace in company t-shirts the color of sickly blueberries with the slogan "Make shakes great again." Big oof. 

A few minutes later the server came back with a steaming plate of fries and burger. I took a bite.