One night I was driving home from school and I decided to take a shortcut, a way I had never taken before. I wanted to try a new way home. And right then and there I got a flat tire. It was pitch black and there was nothing in sight besides a restaurant called Moe's Café and a little gas station so I ran across the street to the gas station as fast as I could and the guy there said oh hi what are you looking for? I need a mechanic like now. He walked over to me and said well that's great because I'm a mechanic. Oh thank God, I was just driving down the road and I got a flat tire do you think you could fix it. Sure, it's just going to take a couple of hours. Well, I'm here right can't drive anywhere so why not. I decided to walk over to this restaurant called Moe's Café if it's going to take three hours I might get hungry. I walked in and sat at the closest booth to the door. And it was right then and there when I noticed how gross the floor was it was carpeted it had brown stains everywhere, flies were stuck in the fuzz, and the floor was wet. Don't even get me started on the walls there was a flytrap on the wall and every time a fly flew in to it the fly died and fell on the table, with my luck. My table had like fifty flies on it, it was disgusting. And then the waitress walked up and said now, what would you like to eat? I looked up and saw the crooked teeth as a matter of fact she only had two teeth and her hair stood up on her head as high as a New York sky scraper. Her fingernails had dirt stuck in them and she smelt like an old nasty cigarette. So I decided to get a hot dog and some fries, maybe their food looks better than the waitress. The jukebox has old country music on and it keeps skipping and you can't even understand the words. It smells like poop, pee, and fried food; throw up, cigarettes, and the garbage. The fry cook named Moe is cooking behind the counter and he has an afro with flies stuck in it and pimples all over his face and sweat dripping down his face.
