“I don’t really understand the significance of the spoon,” Fritz said.
“Me either, I just like throwing in silverware into my order to break up the monotany,” Zooey said with a shrug.
Fritz and Zooey looked around wildly at the crowd Mel’s had brought in. The barstools at the counter were filled with night owls getting their fill of cheap coffee and moderately priced atmosphere. The speaker’s blared Surfin’ Safari and Zooey bobbed her head up and down to the beat.
“I feel like I’m in a Daniel Clowe’s graphic novel,” Zooey beamed.
“Where is that Brenda with our coffee?” Fritz scanned the diner for her pink form.
“Right here,” Brenda said unamused carrying two large soup bowls full of coffee in which she set before Fritz and Zooey.
“Groovy,” Zooey said, fighting Fritz for the pink packets of sugar.
“We should get a jukebox,” Fritz said to his coffee bowl.
“And listen to Surfin’ Safari all day!” Zooey said enthusiatically to Fritz’s questioning stare, ”...or not.”
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