“You’ll need someone to test the pancakes,” added Mrs. Fields. All heads turned at the sound of a motorcycle arriving in the parking lot. A stranger with a leather vest, black boots, and tattooed arms entered the diner.
Mrs. Fields continued the conversation, “About the pancakes…I’ll volunteer to taste test the successes and my dog, Harley McFarley, will volunteer to test the failures. You’re welcome to use my kitchen this afternoon as long as you clean up after yourselves. I have no other plans today.”
The stranger sat on the stool next to Jane. There was an awkward silence, as he looked at his menu and they tried not to stare at him.
Jane mustered the courage to speak, “Would you like to read the newspaper, sir?” and she offered the paper to the man.
“Thanks,” he smiled at her and took the paper. “Does Walt really make the best pancakes, like the sign says?”
All three cousins nodded and said, “Absolutely. The pancakes here are the fluffiest!”
“So what do you think of global warming?” Clarence asked the stranger. The stranger looked thoughtful and replied,