#wmawbs

But my soul's got a voice And a black telephone And it calls me at night  When I am alone And it's ranting and raving in languages I can't speak And if everyone thought All their thoughts right aloud Would we all be locked up And never let out? I'm convinced it's not only me

[Kennedy was already tired from her shift and that fact that she still had two more hours left until she could go home just made her even more annoyed. Her manager would probably reprimand her for her poor people skills, but at this point she was just trying to make it through the rest of the night. When the hostess informed her that she sat a new table in her section, Kennedy just rolled her eyes and grabbed her notebook out of her pocket before she walked over to the table.]"Welcome to Cal's Diner, I'm Kennedy, can I start you off with something to drink?"[She asked barely looking up at the costumer. Sure it would effect the tip she got, but since she'd worked such a long shift today she really didn't care.]