Totally fictional Tale. I would one day love to drive Rt 66. Short story, maybe more?
Day 1
Hey Good Morning, my name is George yea boring name. Driving down good old 66, never drove on her before. I was getting hungry looking for a restaurant I saw on the food channel. But can't find the paper I wrote it on.
I drive 6 months a year doing business sales for restaurants in towns all over the US. I don't have to, but I ran 10 hotels and restaurants for twenty years, then retired and like to help smaller places out, I sell my own goods, prices are low and I guarantee them for life.
I have a condo in NYC and one In LA. I see them well, almost never. I rent them out to friends, they stay in them keep them up and that's their rent. If I'm in the area I give them a weeks notice. And I just stay in a guest room they get ready for me.
Been driving and playing 50's and really enjoying the ride but needed gas and food. Plenty of it, but no fifty's dinner. Bingo Peggy Sue's just a few miles down the road.
I am fortunate I don't have to wear a suit in this job. So, I just toss on a Polo Shirt and Shorts. I walk in and I'm led to a booth.
I ordered an Iced Tea, 2 Burgers, Fries, Chicken breast to go, Cola and one to go. And Apple Pie. She smiled and said thank you.
A little about myself, I'm 49 years old, very nice-looking man, treat people pleasant can talk about anything, mostly like to hear people talk. Accents are so cool. I stand 6'6" Large man body building since I was in College, try my best to stay that way even when I eat like a pig. Large hands, mostly from farming as a kid.
Happily, endowed with a 7" X 3" cock, large testicles. But in this job, they see little action. I drive an Audi, yes just bragging.
Sorry, food is here, I'm starving. Betty said she will have my takeout ready when I am done. I thanked here. She was very efficient; I would finish my tea and there would be another one there already. The music was getting hard to hear because they were so busy. So. I just looked at my food and forgot where I was.
Betty came up to me, "Excuse me sir."
I looked up and said:
"Hi Betty, please call me George. This lunch is so good I should be calling you Ma'am."
She smiled and thanked me again. "I'm sorry I forgot why I came over here. We have a young lady who was dropped off by some guy and we were wondering if you wouldn't mind if she sits with you to eat, we have no other empty seats. You don't have to worry; we handle the cost."
"It would be a pleasure to have some company, and she can feel comfortable knowing she can be herself, no worries, and you can put her meal on my bill after all I may need more pie, it looks like it will be the best part of the meal."
Betty smiled, "I wish I was 40 yrs. younger you married?"
"Well, I'm not married and I'd say were close in age, I'll be Fifty next month." She laughed and walked away.
A minute later she was back with iced tea, and the young lady. I got out to help her in. She said nothing and sat down. I excused myself to use the rest room. I went to Betty, "Anything she wants is ok, she looks starved."
I went to the men's room, that iced tea goes right through me. Washed up, said hello to folks as I returned. The young lady had the same food I did and boy she was hungry. I introduced myself as George and sat down. I started to eat and let her be.
Betty had my plates cleared with another piece of pie.
"Thank you, Betty,"
And I did not regret having two pieces, it was so good.
"She saw I was done and asked if she could get me anything else." I said a black coffee would be fine, and one to go."
I decided to break the ice with this young girl.
"I hope I'm not being rude; my name is George and I would love to know the name of my table mate."
She looked up at me.
"I'm sorry I am not having a good day and it's because of men, and I'm very hungry.
But my name is Vicky Vane"
"Well Vicky Vane, very nice to meet you. I will do my best not to be a man that will give you a terrible time eating. But you must try this pie. OH MY."
She smiled. I waved for Betty.
"Hi Betty, Vicky here, would like a piece of your apple pie and maybe a refill?"
Vicky just shook her head yes.
Betty said thank you. I ate my piece slowly and asked for more of the coffee when she could.
Vicky sat back for a moment. "George, thank you for being nice. I watched you say hi to everyone, you don't seem to be out to hurt anyone. But you aren't a mafia man or something you are a very big man."
I laughed and handed her my business card. For the first time, she started to laugh. "Are you really?"
"Yes, ma'am that's me I sell restaurant gear."
Betty heard me and asked for my card. She said their stuff is as old as Rt 66.
I sat there eating and drinking slowly. Vicky looked at me and ask me if she could ask me a question.
"Feel free"
"Why are you eating so slow now?"
I leaned over to whisper. "I have had 6 Iced Teas and two coffee's I have to use the men's room again, but I'm trying not to be rude."
She looked at me, "I thought you were just trying to get me to talk."
"Well, I love to talk, but I never force people to do things they are not comfortable with. But if you don't mind, I have to go again."
So, I got up said hello to folks, and was in the men's room again. I came out people said hello back this time.
When I sat down, Vicky leaned forward. "She told me other guest were asking Betty if she knew you, but she told them this was your first time here. They say they like you."
"Well, that's a great compliment."
"George, thank you, I feel better now eating and sitting with a nice person."
"Thank you, Vicki, another nice compliment"
"May I ask why someone would toss you from a car leaving you so hungry?"
She sat for minute, picking on her piece of pie. Then finished her coke.
"I have to use the ladies room."
I thought I wouldn't see her again, but she was back and smiling.
"I had a fight with my mom and dad and they threw me out of the house. Told me not to return."
"They can't do that if your under 18, it's illegal."
She started to laugh, "I'm 29"
"No way, well can I offer you a ride to an Aunt, Grandmother or another family member?"
"All I have is a brother in NYC, and we haven't talked in 10 yrs."
"I don't know what to say, that is so sad."
"I don't either, Dad is mad because I will not marry a friend of his. He is almost fifty fat and stinks."