Sharon had finished filling out the application, by the time their food came. After all, she was an old pro. The waitress offered to take it, but she declined, stating that she wanted to give it to the manager herself. There was a good chance she have the job, before Shadrack was on to his third cup of coffee. Sharon was an expert at getting jobs in dinners. It was as if she were born for the role.

She watched her son watching a blonde girl, as he ate his pancakes, one giant bite after another. She had seen that look on his face before, and knew that it usually meant trouble. She told him getting involved with locals was always a bad idea; especially local girls. When it was time to marry, he needed to go to a gathering and find a nice gypsy girl, who was born to the lifestyle. Still, he rarely listened to her any more.

"So, can you taste those pancakes, or are you just inhaling them?" He did not answer her right away, but eventually glanced at her. It was one small victory, which was short lived.

"Uh, what?" He had a dazed expression on his face. Over in the corner, someone had just put If I Dye Young, but The Band Perry, on the jukebox.

"I said, are you enjoying your pancakes?" She poured artificial sweetener over her grapefruit and then started taking bites out of it.

"Uh, ya..." He was looking at the girl again. She turned slightly to get a better look at whoever this girl was. She looked rich, and she looked liked trouble they did not need.

Just then, a fat man waddled over to the table. He had a bad comb over, and thick black framed spectacles. "I'm Ralph, the manager. Flo said you were looking for work?" He was staring at her discretely revealing neckline. She could tell, and did not like it much. Still, it would hurt her chances to call him on it. "Yes Ralph, i'm Sharon. Nice to meet you." She held out her hand, and he took it in his clammy one. Ralph shook it, holding on to it just a little too long. "Well scoot over, and we can have a look at your application. Just had a waitress quite on me last week and Flo's been bitching about the extra hours."

Soon she was trapped in a booth with the man, answering questions about her past jobs, and dodging his clumsy attempts at flirting. It was obvious she would get the job, if she did not shoot him down to hard. It went with the territory. Men were pigs, and little men in their little kingdoms were the biggest pigs of all.

She almost did not notice when her son left the booth and went up to talk with the girl. She would have stopped him, but tubby was in the way. He was probably delivering his usually pickup line. She almost nodded, when she saw him sit down next to the girl and order another cup of coffee. He was a clumsy with women as his old man, not that she had minded much. His old man had been just as handsome as Shadrack.