After about half an hour of walking, Nicole got tired and decided to take a pit stop at the next-town-over's local diner. She pushed the door, but it didn't budge. Frowning and taking a step back she examined the situation before her.
'It says 'PULL', hell not only is your hair a mess, but you're brain isn't functioning either?'
Scraping together a grimace and an eye roll, Nicole turned back to the door, pulled, and entered the place that smelled of hot dogs and PineSol. As she took a quick sweep of the room, she saw an assortment of overweight middle-aged balding men, a police officer, and multiple old ladies. Nicolette's bedraggled appearance was most like the cause of the police officer's accusatory stares. She titled her chin up, strutted to the counter and waited for a server.
