Night Train 22
So began my stint at Mike’s Diner. I helped finish up the remodeling, peeled potatoes, mixed pancake batter, cleaned the grease trap, scrubbed the grill, washed the pots and pans, mopped the floor and carried out the garbage. The walls of the kitchen were plastered with pages torn from girlie magazines, beaver shots. “I like women,” Mike said to me. There was a permanent sign in the window: “Waitress Wanted.” In addition to Graciela, the waitress I met on the first day, there was steady stream... Sign in to see full entry.