Through the Eyes of Sam
To this day, I still remember the day I met my first customer. Deep in the backstreets of Boston, a small, inexpensive diner called the Phillies sits alone among a group of suburban homes. Known only to a few, it was always a good place for me to clear my mind with Michelob and hamburgers. Every once in a while, there would be a visitor, but usually only me and Danny were its occupants, the elderly chef who created the Philly Burger with such perfection that you could taste it by its delicious aroma, which swam through the air with ease.
This day in particular, however, not one but two newcomers entered the building, a man named Gregory and his date, Lucy. As I first laid eyes on them, I knew that they were no saints. Gregory had a mysterious look to him, with a dark blue suit and his fedora pushed just enough over his face that you could not see his eyes, only his mouth, which was drawn into a disturbing grimace, and his nose, which was long and crooked. His date, however, was a young lady that could have once been beautiful, but now she looked as if she had had one too many smokes. Her hair touched her back gently with thin, delicate fingers. Her red dress implied that they were going somewhere fancy. Phillies wasn't exactly what I would call fancy, and I began to wonder about them. Little did I know that I had just met my first customer.
This day in particular, however, not one but two newcomers entered the building, a man named Gregory and his date, Lucy. As I first laid eyes on them, I knew that they were no saints. Gregory had a mysterious look to him, with a dark blue suit and his fedora pushed just enough over his face that you could not see his eyes, only his mouth, which was drawn into a disturbing grimace, and his nose, which was long and crooked. His date, however, was a young lady that could have once been beautiful, but now she looked as if she had had one too many smokes. Her hair touched her back gently with thin, delicate fingers. Her red dress implied that they were going somewhere fancy. Phillies wasn't exactly what I would call fancy, and I began to wonder about them. Little did I know that I had just met my first customer.