
It was the only diner for fifty miles.
“Patriots’ Diner? No way I’m going in there,” April said as I swung off the highway.
Of course, I understood why. “C’mon hun, I’m starving.”
Her arms folded, hugged herself, perhaps to hold in the anger. April didn’t like arguments but, once started, the woman could be meaner than a weasel in a trap.
“Why don’t you stay here and I’ll fetch something,” I suggested. “Burger?”
“If you think you can pass the patriotism test.”
The tone was sweet, but I knew she was setting a test of her own.
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Funny story! I love April’s determination.
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Thanks, Jessie
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Dear Neil,
Obviously these two aren’t seeing eye to eye. I’m a little confused by the ‘patriotism test.’ I loved mean as a weasel caught in a trap. Sounds like someone you don’t want to pick a fight with.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Smacks her forehead and says, “duh!” I wasn’t paying attention to the sign on the diner. Although the test might need a little explanation for this dense kopf.
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I need to make it clearer then. Thanks for pointing out the problem. April doesn’t want to go into a place called Patriots Diner
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Much clearer. 😉
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Perfectly clear now Neil, great take. I’m not sure I would want to visit any diner based around patriotism either, although says a lot about politics at the moment rather than the original sense of the word.
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Exactly. That was her issue
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Politics seems to get dragged into a lot of things these days. Many of those diners in the U.S. were started by servicemen returning from WWII or the Korean War. It was different in those days. Good writing, Neil. Happy Holidays to you and yours. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Thanks, Suzanne
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Lol, I thought perhaps she was a New York Jets fan and as such wouldn’t cross the threshold of the “Patriots” diner. It certainly is a pity the way the term “Patriot” has been grabbed by those who seek to use it for their own, mainly, right-wing, agenda.
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Language is always contested
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Too many friends from Boston, maybe? Pats this, Sox that. Maybe you’d rather starve? Well done.
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Whatever choice he makes, his life will be different
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Challenging! But when a man’s gotta eat, a man’s gotta eat.
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There are powerful reasons for him to wait for another 50 miles
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So, he chooses a woman who’s mean as a weasel in a trap (love it!) and he’ll go into a burger joint for some food and she protests over the name? I’d take her home by 8:00 and get someone else.
Excellent take on the prompt, Neil.
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Thanks William
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I share her sentiments. Good one.
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Thanks, Sandra
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Good writing Neil. Merry Christmas to you.
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Thanks so much
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I understand her feeling, but a hungry belly doesn’t ask questions. Nicely done!
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Thanks
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Your story reminds me of when President George Bush said we should no longer call French Fries by that name but should refer to them as Freedom Fries. Great tale.
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Cheese eating surrender monkeys. I remember them
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Sometimes you just have to find a workaround…
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A mirror of our times I suppose. I am with her but I guess you knew that. 🙂
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So’s he really. But he’s very hungry
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That was my first thought at seeing the prompt. Perhaps it would be an even bigger challenge if it is April’s wife narrating the story.
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Thanks for the suggestion, Trent
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I’m with April – I wouldn’t go in there either.
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Ach… it’s just a name… is the food good? 😉
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A tad greasy
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Sometimes, that’s exactly what one wants! 😉
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I really enjoyed your take on this well done. I particularly appreciate the ones which stir up a philosophical issue or tension, which you have done so well. I don’t think I’d go into a patriot’s diner. I think I’d be worried about being shot. I think by insisting they keep going, she could’ve avoided trouble.
I also saw this from the perspective of our family going on a long road trip, which we do quite often. I could see my son being the starving teenager and my daughter who eats like a sparrow taking the ethical high horse. My husband and I would also want to keep going but there could also be requirements for a toilet stop.
xx Rowena
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Thanks, Rowena
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Ho hum! I sense a challenge. Wonder what curve ball she’s going to throw him!
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Merry Christmas, great writing as always. I saw the sign but when reading it wondered whether it was the politics she objected to or indeed, whether she disliked the team.
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Thanks, Michael. It’s the expropriation of patriotism she dislikes
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Great take. Liked the fact that a few are still hung up on the patriotism bit. I guess all of us have our reasons.
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Thans, Neel
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I’m with her, I hope they got their burgers but it sounds like it might have been an uncomfortable dinner regardless
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Thanks Laurie
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I believe that they have renamed it since the photo was taken. It is now called the Trump Tower.
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Such a shame that the word patriot has taken on a derogatory meaning.
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Yes it is
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I’ve blogged about it a couple of times. Its a recent phenomenon.
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Definite test of loyalty going on there, but not loyalty to country. Nicely done!
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Nice set up, Neil. I wonder what this Patriotism Test is all about. I can’t think it’s anything good with all the extremism around these days. I don’t blame her for sitting in the car! Great writing.
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Thanks, Amy
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Enjoyed the irony! Well done!
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Thanks, Roger
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Oh, American diners loved me, they always wanted me to talk to them in their larvely British accent. Maybe they were humouring me. As you have humoured me with this flash fiction, curiously.
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