The cook at Rooster's Bistro is an attractive young woman with what seems
like a lot of makeup for a Tuesday morning in Northfield, Massachusetts.
With four customers at 8 in the morning, the Rooster would not seem to
need a waitress as well, but here she is, an even younger woman with short,
bleached blond hair, plenty of makeup of her own, and a small ring in her nose.
One of the customers turns out to be her boyfriend. He drinks black
coffee. When the waitress comes over to visit with him, he makes a joke
about how cold her hands were this morning.
A TV hangs over the back counter, playing The Today Show, "live from
Rockefeller Plaza in New York City." A celebrity chef shows us how
to make a glaze for our New Year's ham. A financial expert reminds us to
max out our 401(k) contributions before year-end. "If you're under
50, you can put aside up to $16,500, and your employer may match some of what
you contribute!" I wonder if the cook or the waitress even makes
$16,500, much less has a 401(k).
They are, in any event, concerned with other
things. The cook has moved to an area near the back where she has pulled
a curling iron from her bag and begun primping her hair in a mirror. If
someone else comes in, she will be able to see them from there. It's a
small place, and she can see the whole thing, absolutely all of it, from where
she is standing right now.
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