Big Appetite, Blue Eyes

[Brad Rose]

Drivin’  has a way of gettin’ your appetite stimulated, even if you feel a little sick to your stomach about going home. Buddy spotted a Friendly’s up ahead on the interstate, so we pulled in to get some pancakes and--- ya know Buddy—a 5 gallon bucket of maple syrup with two orders of French toast, on the side, and a Mt. McKinley-sized plate of home fries.

 

The waitress—who’s prettier than a red headed Angelina Jolie-- come over to our table, and while she was takin’ our order, I could see her makin’ eyes and smilin’ at Buddy like he was George Cluney in Oceans 11.  (I tell you, I don’t know how Buddy does it?)  Next thing I know is, Ms. Pancakes is tellin’ us both that she gets off work in about half-an-hour.

 

Ten minutes later, when she delivers our order, she looks right at Buddy—those blue eyes of his—and in a breathy voice  that seemed to say ‘Come on in’ she said “ENJOY!” 

[Sandra Davies]

If this is another delaying the end tactic I'm all for it.

[Michelle]

Indeed, I can picture it.  Great characters and tone in your 6.

[Angela]

Hmm.  They have stayed safe so far.  Surely they will not falter this close to the end.

I like to think Angie would make a fine redhead. ;)

[Teresa]

Buddy must have triple pheromones.  I'm glad these sixes aren't illustrated so we can imagine our own Mr. Blue Eyes.  He's more attractive because he's in love with his gal.  Everyone loves a lover.  Looking forward seeing to how things are handled.