What luck. An all night restaurant loomed in the horizon. Just the place to stop in and grab a quick to go and be on my way.
I walked into the small diner which had just a few patrons. One old man was leaning over the metal counter nursing his coffee. In the booth to my left was a couple oblivious to those around. I sat down near one of the tables to wait for a waitress when a noisy metal tin can rolled over to me. I had heard of robots being placed in menial services around the country, but this one looked like a left over oil barrel. In its' tinny voice it asked me, "Your order please."
"Coffee and a turkey sandwich to go." I slid my credit card into the slot in front on the robot's chest. It then rolled back to the kitchen.
After ten minutes a distinguished fellow joined me at my table.
"Are you going to Denver?" He asked me clasping his hands together. I said no. He then rose and walked over to the coffee man at the counter.
The metal barrel returned with my meal in a paper sack and from a flap door lower in its chest a tray extended out holding my hot drink. Gathering my food I left. Something inside my gut told me that I shouldn't linger here any more.
As I began to drive away, I could see in my review mirror....(ring ring time is up) © A Nation