One day I went to my favourite place to have breakfast, order crispy bacon and got served half raw, floppy bacon. I took a peek into the kitchen and saw that they had hired the evil floppy bacon witch as head chef. The bad rap music blasting through the speakers should've given it away. I never ate at this place again.
But now I had to find a new crispy bacon home. I didn't have good luck in this city. Almost no one advertised crispy bacon and when they did, it was an out and out lie. I would walk past places and steal glances at other people having breakfast to see if their bacon was crispy or not. Every time I would see them struggle with rubbery raw bacon. I would go to cafés that held their food in tubs where you pointed at what you wanted to order through the display glass. Every single time the bacon had white slimy rind. Someone working for the evil floppy bacon witch would pop out of nowhere and bark "Whadda ya want?" at me and I would politely excuse myself.
"Table for one?" I heard a sweet, friendly voice when I looked at a menu of a place I had never seen before. "Yeah please" I said wearily, taking another risk. At least she was cute. She had long black hair, a pale complexion, prominently blue eyes and rectangular glasses. She was quite tall and slender too. She led me into a place that didn't have rap music blasting over the speakers, so that was a point in its favour. I sat and ordered some crispy bacon.
The bacon came, and it was crispy! Little did I know I had stumbled upon my crispy bacon sanctuary! This might seem like praising the messenger for good news, but I loved this waitress! She was polite and friendly when she brought me my delicious breakfast, but I saw her as my hero!
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