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Post by Evangelina Bradley on Dec 11, 2014 1:02:36 GMT -5
After a long overnight shift, the only thing Evangelina can think about besides a hot shower and sleeping until well into the afternoon is a decent meal. While she'd managed to squeeze in some snacking during her shift, it hadn't been a very quiet night and she's craving something really substantial before she turns in. However, as visions of a hearty breakfast go through her mind she realizes that she's behind on her grocery shopping and even if she did have the necessary ingredients she certainly doesn't have the motivation to actually put them together, so for both of those reasons all that's waiting for her at home is a bowl of cold cereal. Well, assuming that the milk is hanging in there for one more day.
This is why diners were invented.
The diner nearest to her home tends to lean more on the cheap and greasy side, but if you know what menu items to avoid then it's not so bad and she's been there a fair number of times - enough that the waitress recognizes her and gives her a nod when she comes in, but not so often that Evangelina can ask for 'the usual' and expect her to know what she wants. Of course, that's partly because she like to mix up exactly what she orders from time to time.
Once she's seated and the waitress finishes whatever she'd been doing when Evangelina came in, she approaches and asks, "What can I get for ya, hun?"
"I'll have... some orange juice, I guess," she says first, tripping over what she wants to drink. Because what she feels like having is a cup of coffee, but since she's on her way home to bed that's not a good idea. Failing that, her next choice for her present mood would be some form of alcohol, but it just plain feels too early in the day for that even though this is technically the end of her day instead of the beginning. So orange juice it is. "A ham and cheese omelette, whole wheat toast, and some fruit salad," she finishes her order.
When the waitress has that written down and leaves the table, Evangelina sighs and lets herself slump down a little in her chair - it's so nice to just be able to relax, but even as she does so she can't help but start to ponder everything she needs to do after she's slept. Grocery shopping, and she has two sessions with clients scheduled in the evening. Of course a workout needs to happen at some point, but she's scheduled to be back on patrol for another overnight shift so it'll be a tight fit to squeeze it in. But even as she ponders that, she kicks herself for doing so - she can work out the details after she's slept and attempting to do it now is making it difficult to relax now that she has a chance.
This is why diners were invented.
The diner nearest to her home tends to lean more on the cheap and greasy side, but if you know what menu items to avoid then it's not so bad and she's been there a fair number of times - enough that the waitress recognizes her and gives her a nod when she comes in, but not so often that Evangelina can ask for 'the usual' and expect her to know what she wants. Of course, that's partly because she like to mix up exactly what she orders from time to time.
Once she's seated and the waitress finishes whatever she'd been doing when Evangelina came in, she approaches and asks, "What can I get for ya, hun?"
"I'll have... some orange juice, I guess," she says first, tripping over what she wants to drink. Because what she feels like having is a cup of coffee, but since she's on her way home to bed that's not a good idea. Failing that, her next choice for her present mood would be some form of alcohol, but it just plain feels too early in the day for that even though this is technically the end of her day instead of the beginning. So orange juice it is. "A ham and cheese omelette, whole wheat toast, and some fruit salad," she finishes her order.
When the waitress has that written down and leaves the table, Evangelina sighs and lets herself slump down a little in her chair - it's so nice to just be able to relax, but even as she does so she can't help but start to ponder everything she needs to do after she's slept. Grocery shopping, and she has two sessions with clients scheduled in the evening. Of course a workout needs to happen at some point, but she's scheduled to be back on patrol for another overnight shift so it'll be a tight fit to squeeze it in. But even as she ponders that, she kicks herself for doing so - she can work out the details after she's slept and attempting to do it now is making it difficult to relax now that she has a chance.
