Personal Narrative-We Were At The Red Onion In Equality

We were at the Red Onion in Equality, Illinois- my step dad, my uncle, and I. The Red Onion was a dinky cafe set back in the miniscule town square. Being in Equality, I thought everything should be equal and fair. Things were not even-handed for Uncle Randy on that frosty, December afternoon. The cafe was engorged in decorations for the holidays- shimmering trees, twinkling lights strung from the high ceiling, and even Santa Claus in the corner, although he was stationary. As I licked the sweet chili off of my chapped lips, I listened to the sound Uncle Randy’s raspy voice tell stories of experiences he has in the past while being at restaurants. Apparently, people always seemed to mess up his order. Our waitress appeared and took our orders for desserts. Peach cobbler sounded scrumptious to me, but I decided to pass. I did not think I could eat another bite. Uncle Randy ordered a piece of chocolate pie, …show more content…
I saw her twiddling her thumbs nervously as the rest of her fingers were interlocked. The smell of vanilla wafted through the air. I could not decide if it was yummy treats baking in the kitchen or if someone had sprayed Febreeze. I could feel the grooves in the hard wood table push against the top of my left knee as I crossed my legs. I took a sip of my black coffee, not too hot but warm enough to feel it slide all the way down my esophagus. I heard the sound of the waitress’s quivery voice as she began to speak. “Sir, I am so sorry.” She looked at Uncle Randy. Her cheeks were flushed. “I dropped your piece of pie as I was pulling it out of the freezer. That was the last piece we had. Can I get you something else?” Uncle Randy flashed me a look that screamed I told you so. Uncle Randy replied, almost in disbelief, “No thank you. Just bring the bill please.” As the waitress moped back towards the kitchen, Uncle Randy had turned to me and inquired, “What did I tell you? It never fails.” I tried to hold in my