Toms

     Another dreary day, but I had to get out of the apartment. Being confined to a 1,500 sq. foot box all day besides my shopping outings gets tiring. The kids probably need it too. I can't imagine what it must be like for them to move to such a horrid place like this in the middle of their schooling. The kids and I told Maria we would be back in a few and to put clean sheets on my bed. We strolled down Magnolia Drive, getting turned around a few times until we reached Alice's diner. After all, I haven't stepped foot in this town besides getting in and out of my car to go to the larger neighboring cities. Goddamnit, I thought, why couldn't have Jake been relocated to one of those cities, at least they have a Whole Foods for Christ sake.

     I held the door open for the kids as we walked into the diner. The first thing I noticed was the torn up leather booths, dusty checkered floors and ketchup squeeze bottles on the table. Like if you want to be vintage try something a little more original. We were seated next to a round booth with the oddest group of people. They wouldn't stop whispering and tilting their heads low to talk, I could hear them smacking their french fries over their conversations. Someone obviously didn't grow up going to cotillion.

     I left the kids to order me an iced water with lemon as I went to freshen up at the restroom. In the far left corner, I see Jake... at a metal table, with some lady... wearing Toms. You have to be kidding me. I don't even let my daughter wear Toms, and she's 10.  Confused, I walk over to the table, grazing over my husband, and reaching out to hand to this lady. "Oh, how wonderful! I see Jake is making new friends in town, isn't that great!" I sarcastically snark. "Amanda this is Suzy..." Jake begins to say until I interrupt him to fakely compliment Suzy's shoes. She thanks me as I swirl around in my Prada stilettos. I grab the kids and we storm out of the diner that wrenches of rotten potatoes and middle-aged women wearing awkward middle schooler shoes.