Restaurant Lives

So Im sitting at a restaurant called, Norms. Of course this is ironic since everyone in here is anything but. In front of me are three asian teens; all of them sharing their plates like most asians do. They are also talking about new technologies that are going into curing cancer. Too my left is a rather large looking lady who is apparently on a diet as she asked for cajun chicken sandwhich which bread is fried with butter and with extra mayonaise. This is apparently some how healthier than her annual half pound burger. oh and instead of fries, (since she is of course watching her weight and oh believe me it isn't going anywhere, she needn't worry her pretty round head.) she insisted a side of caeser salad with extra EXTRA ranch dressing. Now as I have been typing this to my right two tables down is three people; one in particular extremely boisterous. He is a large young man possibly 29 years old wearing a black shirt and dark blue jean with a chain on his left side. he has plugs in his ears, tatts on his arms, and his black hair is slicked back like a 50's greaser boy. He is belting out "this is love!" at the top of his lungs so china can hear, but the funny thing is no one is paying attention. some give quick glances but other than thatare left completely unbothered by his ballad. His girlfriend with vibrant dyed red hair and also with a 50's greaser look to her gets up to go to the bathroom. He not only taps her on the ass as she goes but goes on to tell his friend that his soul goal tonight was to fuck her and that he really didn't care what happens with the "kid" situation. A previous conversation him and her had earlier when they first got there was that he was suppose to spend more time with his kid. I hope you aren't too repulsed yet because a couple just walked down and was seated diagonally to me. Both are fat and though one is wearing a leopard print tight dress, and has thee biggest blonde bimbo wig i have ever seen, and wearing make-up that she must have stolen from the Bobo the clown, they are both also men. Though there is clear potential in the relationship at hand. They are both insecure with who they are, and both are extremely lonely. Not lonley but are obviously gay since its know hidden secret that this she is in fact a he. So insecure, confused, and very lonely these two already have an understanding of one another. As for the details of their progressing relationship i never want to know. People just as interesting as the customers at this restaurant are the workers in it. We have two flamming gay lads, one as a happy host and the other a manger/waiter. There are three other girl waitresses whom all seem to be at war. They sneer and sneak glares at each other; rolling their eyes after one finally get out of their way they try to stay clear and not talk together. Then as they return to floor they each smile brightly and politely ask how they can serve their customers more. It's all very fake and as the night goes the fake is even more widely displayed upon their expressions as they forget to fine tune their masks from exhaustion. One of the asian girl's have just spilled what looks to be lemonade all over her pants. Across the floor a little ways is a party of eight who are all playing cards and laughing into the night as it is around one thirty. I would like to join if I knew any of them. I can see a couple in the far corner who are so baked they are leaning on each other while sitting and almost difting to sleep into their food. At least they are queit as four drunk mexican men stumble through the door laughing and calling each other stupid and retarded. As they pass by they call me minnie and say hi winking and still laughing. Besides being slightly repulsed I have to laugh queitly to myself. There is so much crazy versitile peoples that i have seen in one night that i'm curious for anyone to walk through that door to entertain me with their stories.