Second story idea I had in my mind. It's a crossover between Tranformers and the short play 'Lives of the Great Waitresses' with Tammie Sue as the main lead. I would like to point out that this will be the only part of the story with dialect all the way through the chapter in a first person view. All other chapters will be in third person and still have dialect. Here's how each one speaks (to make it easier to understand):

Yetta: Jewish Accent

Kay: Deep South Accent

Tammie Sue: Southern Belle Accent

Melissa: American Standard (She speaks normal.)

Tranformers does not belong to me and neither to the waitresses! They belong to their respective owners!

Prologue- Meet the Waitresses

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"Tammie Sue! Get your head out of the clouds and get a move on! Table six is still waiting for their order!"

Yetta, the oldest of us (Or anyone else in the diner for that matter.). She can be a real grump sometimes, especially if she hasn't had her cigarette for the day. But I know deep inside that wrinkly body of hers she just cares about all of us.

"Tammie Sue get your blonde butt outta' the clouds and back in the diner!"

Melissa always says that Yetta's a 'pitbull in lipstick'. Though I don't see where she gets that from. Well she does wear red lipstick and she does kinda look like a pitbull. But she doesn't look that much like a pitbull and she isn't terribly mean and…

"Tammie please snap out of it. If you don't get out there with six's order now Yetta's going to have a conniption."

I shook my head for a sec to realize what was goin' on. We were in the kitchen and Melissa was lightly tappin' my shoulder with her fingers. Her light pink fingernails looked so shimmery in the light I wish I had fingernail polish like that…

"TAMMIE!"

"Okay!"

I looked around the kitchen until I found table six's order, two eggs sunny side up with a side order of bacon; crunchy. Looking up I saw Melissa gettin' her order for table four and givin' me a reassurin' smile. She had such pretty teeth for a girl in her twenties.

As I walked out of the kitchen I could feel that cold stare that Yetta was givin' me. She always got angry easily, it wasn't her best trait. She sat at the end and behind the counter, soakin' her old feet.

"Tammie Sue I swear if your head wasn't attached to your shoulders you'd lose it in a heartbeat."

Her humor always did make me laugh, "Yeah, I guess your right."

I let out a small giggle as I made my way to table six. A strong lookin' fella was sittin' there. Dark eyed with a flannel shirt. He didn't look a single year younger than thirty or so. His dark hair was hiding under his hat. He was pretty fine lookin' for a trucker. Of course I ain't sayin' all truckers are bad lookin'…

"Thanks sweet cheeks."

I snapped my head down and looked down to see him give me a lil' wink. With a small grin spread across my face I made my way back to the counter. As I walked back to the counter I saw Kay givin' me an odd look. I knew that look and I knew exactly what she was gonna say…

"Child you need to stop this," she started givin' me a hard look.

So I decided to give her a funny look while raising my eyebrow "I ain't doin' nothin' Kay. Just checking out the newcomers..."

"That's just it," she said leaning her aged dark body against the counter "That's all you do. You flirt with men and they flirt back. With the way your life is goin' now you are neva gonna a man for you at this rate."

"I have too found the man for me…" I said looking at the fine lookin' trucker.

"Yeah and then he'll dump you like all the others have. How long is this goin' to go on Tammie. You say you dream of stayin' with that perfect man but all you end up pickin' up is the scum off the fryer. Oh lawdy, if you could just see yourself Tammie…"

I had decided that I had enough for the day. We end up having the same talk everyday and it never changed. I stomped to the back of the kitchen and into the freezer. Making sure the door was closed I slid down against the cold metal door and cried. Curling up into a ball I buried my head in my arms and sobbed my heart out.

It seemed like I would never find the man for me. All I was, was a southern belle waitress and nothing more. And no matter how hard I tried I could never hold on to a man longer than a night; not a hour longer.

I mean who would want a girl like me? I'm not the smartest tack in the drawer and I don't look like one of them supermodels you see on the t.v. all the time. Although I do have blonde hair I just wish that someone might come and like me for who I am, not how I look. Sure I liked going from guy to guy at first but now it's just... I feel so lonely. It just gets to me though when I realize how many men have blown me off…

But at least I can still dream of my knight in shining armor can't I?

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(A/N:)I hope you liked the prologue. Chapter 1 is on the way!