Carolina Dreamer

I wrote this one day while I was in South Carolina, eating a buffet called Ryans.

July 30th, 2009

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Today, while I was on vacation at this buffet called Ryan's a lady introduced me to a waiter in training. He said hello, and asked if he could remove anything from my table. His "master" was looking at him with vicious eyes burning through his skin. I told him no, thank you and he smiled.

A few minutes later I saw him following his trainer around the restaurant. When I took a glance at him, he had this reluctant look on his face. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and continued cleaning up after America's mistakes.

What's wrong with this? One man, one restaurant FILLED with people ready to be served everything on a brown tray. That is no job for a man. Nobody should have to (nor do they want to) clean up after filthy human beings just to make a living. As far as I'm concerned that job doesn't come with any benefits. I just thought I'd write about this because it was interesting, and he inspired me. I wish i could've talked to him. But i'm only 14, there isn't much I can do.

It's like having a big heart, and no one to love it with.

Kinda like me and you?