"Luke, we ordered pancakes 10 minutes ago, where are they?"
"Lorelai, you ordered pancakes 2 minutes ago, and they are right here."
"What took you so long?"
"Is there anything else you would like?"
"You just ignored my complaint."
"Well do ya want me to get a complaint box? Then you can write down all of my little mistakes."
"Hey, that's a great idea. It can be painted purple, and you should put it at the door."
"Luke, a complaint box does sound like a very intelligent idea."
"Kirk, eat your omelet."
"Would you like me to make you a complaint box Luke?"
"Why did I have to say anything at all?"
"Because your Luke and you say too much?"
"Aren't you leaving today?"
"Are you trying to get rid of my daughter? How dare you."
"It was just a question."
"A question with a lot of meaning."
"Lorelai would you like anything else?"
"A complaint box would be fun!"
"Rory, do you want anything else?"
"A few coffees for the road would be good."
"Coming right up."
Luke departed to get the coffee, while Kirk joined Lorelai in discussing the new complaint box. Today was the day Rory was leaving, this time she hoped not to come back, at least not for the reason she was back now. She had emailed her boss all of the articles, though he had not returned any comments.. She looked outside, at the people, at the town. She had left all this for the new job. It was an amazing offer with a good pay, which would definitely help pay off her debts to her grandparents. But what if she wasn't good at her job. What if there was something else out there for her. No, I worked hard for what I'm doing, and I got the job, so he must have like my writing. But no matter what she told her self, something in the back of her head was tingling, like maybe she was doing the wrong thing, at the wrong place. Maybe she was wrong..Something interrupted her thoughts by Lorelai's earsplitting yell.
"Luke, we figured it out!"
"Really, cause I would like you to have your own complaint box, I know it would already be filled."
"Awww, your too sweet."
Luke walked over with the coffees in hand.
"Here you go. And good luck. They're lucky they have you."
"Thanks Luke. We should probably be going mom, I still have to pack up the car."
"Lorelai wait, this is the sketch we were discussing, notice how the binding along the side is designed? It's perfect for this sort of Diner."
"Kirk." Luke's voice was growing stronger, "Lorelai thanks a lot."
"No problem Lukey."
"What did I tell you about calling me that?" "There's a first complaint, a rude attitude towards paying customers."
"Good bye Lorelai."
"Bye Luke."
Lorelai and Rory left the Diner and started walking home.
"I'm going to miss this place."
"Hey, if you write another one of those crazy articles, then try to be threatened to be killed, and have your old boyfriend save you! You'll be right back here where you started."
"Thanks for the encouragement."
"Hey, your driving back alone right?"
"Yes mom, unlike the first time when I needed to move a lot of my things, now I just have my tote bag."
"Hey isn't a tote bag like a back pack."
"Sure.. ."
"I wonder why they call it a tote bag. Is it like something you can tote around? What does tote even mean? Whoever came up with the word tote was having a pretty boring day. I mean, why name it tote, it would have been name goritoclusis. Which I think is a perfect word."
"Mom, that word is very long compared to the word tote. Maybe they wanted the word to be short."
"Meh, I'm not going to argue."
They arrived back at the house. It took them half an hour to pack Rory's possessions into the vehicle. And another half an hour to say good bye.
"So, this is it."
"Sure is."
"You call whenever you want."
"Yes ma'am."
"Come home whenever. Whether it's morning, night afternoon, mommy's sleeping time. I highly suggest you avoid the last one."
"Sure thing."
"Bye Rory."
"Bye Mom."
"I love you, you know that."
"Same here."
"Be good at work, arrive on time, they like that."
"I'll take note."
"I never thought I'd have to say good-bye twice."
"It was so hard the first time."
"But you have to go."
"Sure do mom."
Rory got in the car, after a few more hugs and words of encouragement. And left, hoping that everything would be okay. Like in the movies. But she wasn't sure. She had this weird feeling, telling her something was going to happen.
"Lorelai, you ordered pancakes 2 minutes ago, and they are right here."
"What took you so long?"
"Is there anything else you would like?"
"You just ignored my complaint."
"Well do ya want me to get a complaint box? Then you can write down all of my little mistakes."
"Hey, that's a great idea. It can be painted purple, and you should put it at the door."
"Luke, a complaint box does sound like a very intelligent idea."
"Kirk, eat your omelet."
"Would you like me to make you a complaint box Luke?"
"Why did I have to say anything at all?"
"Because your Luke and you say too much?"
"Aren't you leaving today?"
"Are you trying to get rid of my daughter? How dare you."
"It was just a question."
"A question with a lot of meaning."
"Lorelai would you like anything else?"
"A complaint box would be fun!"
"Rory, do you want anything else?"
"A few coffees for the road would be good."
"Coming right up."
Luke departed to get the coffee, while Kirk joined Lorelai in discussing the new complaint box. Today was the day Rory was leaving, this time she hoped not to come back, at least not for the reason she was back now. She had emailed her boss all of the articles, though he had not returned any comments.. She looked outside, at the people, at the town. She had left all this for the new job. It was an amazing offer with a good pay, which would definitely help pay off her debts to her grandparents. But what if she wasn't good at her job. What if there was something else out there for her. No, I worked hard for what I'm doing, and I got the job, so he must have like my writing. But no matter what she told her self, something in the back of her head was tingling, like maybe she was doing the wrong thing, at the wrong place. Maybe she was wrong..Something interrupted her thoughts by Lorelai's earsplitting yell.
"Luke, we figured it out!"
"Really, cause I would like you to have your own complaint box, I know it would already be filled."
"Awww, your too sweet."
Luke walked over with the coffees in hand.
"Here you go. And good luck. They're lucky they have you."
"Thanks Luke. We should probably be going mom, I still have to pack up the car."
"Lorelai wait, this is the sketch we were discussing, notice how the binding along the side is designed? It's perfect for this sort of Diner."
"Kirk." Luke's voice was growing stronger, "Lorelai thanks a lot."
"No problem Lukey."
"What did I tell you about calling me that?" "There's a first complaint, a rude attitude towards paying customers."
"Good bye Lorelai."
"Bye Luke."
Lorelai and Rory left the Diner and started walking home.
"I'm going to miss this place."
"Hey, if you write another one of those crazy articles, then try to be threatened to be killed, and have your old boyfriend save you! You'll be right back here where you started."
"Thanks for the encouragement."
"Hey, your driving back alone right?"
"Yes mom, unlike the first time when I needed to move a lot of my things, now I just have my tote bag."
"Hey isn't a tote bag like a back pack."
"Sure.. ."
"I wonder why they call it a tote bag. Is it like something you can tote around? What does tote even mean? Whoever came up with the word tote was having a pretty boring day. I mean, why name it tote, it would have been name goritoclusis. Which I think is a perfect word."
"Mom, that word is very long compared to the word tote. Maybe they wanted the word to be short."
"Meh, I'm not going to argue."
They arrived back at the house. It took them half an hour to pack Rory's possessions into the vehicle. And another half an hour to say good bye.
"So, this is it."
"Sure is."
"You call whenever you want."
"Yes ma'am."
"Come home whenever. Whether it's morning, night afternoon, mommy's sleeping time. I highly suggest you avoid the last one."
"Sure thing."
"Bye Rory."
"Bye Mom."
"I love you, you know that."
"Same here."
"Be good at work, arrive on time, they like that."
"I'll take note."
"I never thought I'd have to say good-bye twice."
"It was so hard the first time."
"But you have to go."
"Sure do mom."
Rory got in the car, after a few more hugs and words of encouragement. And left, hoping that everything would be okay. Like in the movies. But she wasn't sure. She had this weird feeling, telling her something was going to happen.