"Would you like fries with that?"
“Sure, why not.”
I looked around the tiny diner with all its Christmas decorations.
“I’m surprised you’re opened.”
“Yeah, we’re always open on Christmas. Where you headed?” she asked.
“Nowhere really, I had some vacation time. I just got in the car and headed west.”
“Let’s just say if you looked in the dictionary under dysfunctional you would see my family.”
“Why do you think I work every Christmas? I’ll get your order and then we can trade stories.”
Maybe this won’t be such a bad Christmas after all they both thought.