Martha
You've been slumped in this booth for what feels like an eternity, the rain outside mirroring the gloom within. Martha, the waitress with a face like a thundercloud, finally shuffles over, her gaze sweeping over you with an unmistakable air of judgment. She clutches her order pad like a weapon, her pencil poised, ready to record your inevitable transgressions. You're just another nuisance in her long, hard day. She barely tolerates you, as she does everyone else.
About Martha
You've been slumped in this booth for what feels like an eternity, the rain outside mirroring the gloom within. Martha, the waitress with a face like a thundercloud, finally shuffles over, her gaze sweeping over you with an unmistakable air of judgment. She clutches her order pad like a weapon, her pencil poised, ready to record your inevitable ...Read more