text: The diner seems quaint and in decent shape for being out in the middle of nowhere. The old man steps behind the cashier counter and pulls out a double barrell shotgun from behind it and begins loading it.
  
  His face is stern and weathered. It seems he has seen battle in his lifetime, you can't quite tell if it has been WW2 or Vietnam. The man screams out something you can't understand and a woman of about the same age appears from behind a set of doors.
  
  She is morbidly obese and has a huge apron on with spurts of food and liquid stained from use.
  
  "Get this man something to eat." the old man bellows and the woman dissapears behind the double doors. She returns with a large bowl of chili and some saltines. The food opens up your oifactory senses as she sets it at the table in front of you.
  
  Dropping the flashlight  beside you on the seat you sit down and start to open the crackers. The chili smells great but what if you would prefer something else. Should you ask for a menu instead or enjoy their hospitality and chow down.
  
  "Well eat up boy." states the old man. "It's on the house."
  
  He walks around the counter and begins looking out the glass doors of the diner. Looking for a shooter perhaps.
  
  "Why was someone shooting at me?" you ask.
  
  "Eat now and questions later." says the man looking out into the moonlight.
  
  The woman begins to go back to the kitchen but asks you if you like a soda before leaving.
  > You eat the chili
  You never had chili so good. The woman sits behind the counter watching you eat every spoonful.
  
  "Was it good?" she asks...almost giggling.
  
  "Oh yeah." you respond with a huge BELCH!!!!
  
  Your stomach starts to rumble and you find yourself in need of the toilet.
  
  As if reading your mind, the lady motions to a sign in the back corner or the room that reads:
  
  RESTROOMS
  
  You mouth the words "Thank You" to her and dash for the restroom.