Deanna Lee

had to pick through, and none were big enough for me. Most of the waitresses here are skinny, but I’ve always been bigger than the girls my age. The buttons on the front of my uniform pull tight, and I double-check to make sure it hasn’t popped open. Waylon slaps his palm on the bell a few times, and I hurry to the window. "Move your fat ass, Jessie." Grabbing the plates, I take them around the counter to one of only three booths that are occupied. Since I’m new, I’m on third shift so I mostly see long haul truckers wanting a hot meal. They only need one waitress on this shift, and it’s always the newest hire. The Pit Stop food isn’t the worst thing I’ve ever eaten, but it’s