Thursday, March 22, 2007

Missed Connections


You were my waitress at the Waffle Hut off I-70. I was alone sitting in the corner wearing overalls and a black and purple fanny pack. You were my waitress. I couldn't keep my eyes off you as you worked your way around that greasy spoon. I think it was love at first sight. I dropped my fork and we made eye contact. Was it just me or was fate?

2 comments:

Rhiannon said...

that's swank~ in a trucker stop kind of way~

Blake said...

Nice work.