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OK I will be the first to admit I had to Google for places named Roosevelt. I feel so young it's invigorating!
Fred walked into the dining room and waited by the entrance to be seated. He looked around, the place seemed to be buzzing with energy. He could feel it in the air. Everyone in the room was dressed in their best. The table closest to him had a pretty young lady and gentleman dining together. He suspected they were on a date by what she had ordered. He could see the lettuce on her fork, it appeared lightly dressed.
"Yuck," Fred blurted loudly. He was immediately embarrassed and hoped nobody had heard him. Salad, in Fred's humble opinion, was the worst kind of food on earth only made worse by lack of dressing. The girl was pretty though.
After waiting 10 minutes for sub-par service Fred proceeded to down the aisle of tables and chairs hoping to find an empty one. Alas, perhaps this was not his night. As Fred circled back to the entrance he glanced back at the couple near the door to find a bored-looking young lady and a missing young man. Fred decided to approach the table and try his luck.
As Fred approached the table the young lady screamed, "COCKROACH!" The pretty young lady was horrified. As she tried to squish Fred, she tipped over the table and dropped her half-eaten salad. Fred thought belatedly as he quickly nibbled on the salad, the pretty young one's scare the best but pick meals the worst.
