You walk in to the diner. And you advance to both. You are new here. You are new in night vale, you have just come from the trailer you found with your name scrawled on the side as if waiting for you. It was next to old woman Josie's. You have never been to this diner before but then again this is a first in so many ways. The voice on. The radio speaks of you but you are lounging in the comfort of music delivered from a small battery connected to a microchip attached to a wire which is split and connected to a device which makes noise out of the almost random pulses. The other patrons are scanning the room they look to see what the radio describes. Looking for you, they will know you because you are not looking, why you would look for yourself? even if we all must, we never do. One catches sight of you and gradually the others turn to look at you as well. You sit there. Until a waitress wearing a purple badge walks to your table. she shudders at the description of her on the radio. But still she does her job, communicating with gestures and a series of frightened whispers. That you should not think yourself save, and that they have a special on red velvet cupcakes. She hands you the menu and you open It. you look for something inexpensive, you have gotten little less 60 dollars today, the second lowest ever. You slowly scan the menu until you see the invisible pie. You wonder what it could be it costs almost nothing. As if the price whereas invisible as it's constituent` you make your decision. You force a smile to you lips and with difficulty you signal the server that you are ready to order. As she walks over you fidget. She arrives. You tell her your order "invisible pie", she nods. Wishing that she did not have to serve in such a public way. The green light from the walls contrasts well with the music that is echoing in your ears it was written by dark owl records. You didn't know it was on you iPod, you only had dispersion before. The waitress brings you what looks like an empty plate. She sets it in front of you and scurries away trying not to cry` at the total lack of control she has over her own life. As you pick up your fork and plunge it down to the plate it meats and unexpected resistance, you see that the pie though it has no form has substance. You sink your fork in and withdraw the piece of pie. It is there, the weight of the fork assures you. You lift it to your lips and place it on your tongue you slowly, slowly chew .you are praying that it will be horrible, that it will rot in your mouth that at last you will have a consequence! But no, it tastes heavenly as if it where the best thing ever and you sigh as you see the total; lack of responsibility that you has. You stare at the seemingly empty plate` hating it, wishing it to turn to any form of phlegm or, perhaps some broccoli, you always hated broccoli. And now you hate the pie you finish your pie, hating the wonderful flavor. Hating the smile on your face as you smack your lips. As you finish you, acting on some force both instinctual and adaptive, reach for your cup, "check, please" you hiss in to your cup. You lift the container of sugar packets and place a 10 under it. You wait for the sound of swallowing and then you leave. Watched even though you don't know it by pave violet and unblinking eyes. This has been traffic.
