Always So Good For So Little
A car pulls into the parking lot, its driver lured off of the highway by the promise of a quick, cheap meal that toes the line between quality and fast food. Illuminated text on the front of the building paints the car a gaudy red, awash in light from the sign. Its owners, a perfectly ordinary middle-aged couple, step inside. They're met by a young woman at the host stand, her standard greeting called out with an enthusiasm that doesn't mask the apathy in her eyes. As she leads the couple to their table, their senses are assailed.
