Seated at a booth by the diner’s egress doors is a fat man reading a newspaper, that went out of print three decades ago. My bet; the fat man is a ghost and not the first I’ve seen in this diner.
A young woman spots the ghost and shouts out,” Hey are you seeing this”!
The ghost disappears. The lady, hysterical, approaches me.
“That guy just vanished,” she stutters.
“Ghosts, they come and go; Its supernatural “I smile
“That’s insane” she protests!
“There’s no chicken in chicken fried steak” I point out.