The things about hipsters is, there’s so many of them that they’ve become mainstream, which is in direct contradiction to their original intent.
I may have to find an old building with original features for my diner.
There will be waffles right?! No diner is complete without waffles. xx (Hi… Log time, no communicado)
There will be waffles. And pancakes. And bacon and maple syrup. (And hi, indeed. How are you?)
Yes, I would like a stool and a piece of pie, please! Will your waitresses wear those little glasses with the chains on them?
Naturally. I plan on an authentic experience.
I’m holding you to that job, haha.
You’re my first employee. I need kitchen staff next.
OH MY GOSH THIS WOULD BE GREAT! Also, hi!
Oh hi! I shall also have a jukebox in my diner. Are you reserving a stool?
So I’m going to open a diner, and it’s going to be all chrome and booths and stools at the counter, and it’s going to be 1950s style, and the patrons shall be called Sugar, Sweetheart, and Doll, and Casey will work there with me, and life will be wonderful.
As if Hayley is knocked up. And Klaus is the father. As if.