Fork: Western Diner Thief

A 'cool' stranger customer at an Arizona diner 'invents' a dawn-hubris for heroic waitress Ezzy (with diamond-eyes!).

An American roadside dark 'fable' inspired (loosely) by the 'cool' Western/American movie Albino Alligator (Kevin Spacey). 

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Amlan Satan hopped into his stolen/painted Caprice-Classic, repainted to look like a police-car and drove to a special American Southwest biker's diner where a lovely waitress (Ezzy) was working early dawn-hours and appeared to her costumed as a Mardi-Gras season reveler, claiming that even cops take on some road-trip adventures for festivity in the Homeland.

EZZY: This is the kind of 'social nonsense' you see on Facebook (now).

Mr. Satan pulled out his special gold-painted forks, carried utensils he took with him everywhere. What Ezzy, his fine American/Arizona waitress didn't know was that Amlan was a diamond-thief posing as a policemen across various state-lines and wished to take some register-money from Ezzy's diner and leave her a 'gift' for the adventure, some of his recently 'acquired' diamonds from Brussels/New Orleans.

SATAN: See, darling; these gold-forks represent American finery and the class.

EZZY: Alright!

While Ezzy was busy wiping some tables that early morning in that fine Southwest/American diner after a night of busy customer-traffic, Mr. Satan began assembling his homemade acid potency for his toy water-gun at his table, and Ezzy had no idea what was occurring. This was high-stakes American drama at its simplest, folks. Homeland intrigue with no 'tie' with terrorism is quite the social-media 'pun' (now).

EZZY: Here's the multi-ingredient quiche platter you ordered, Mr. Satan.

AMLAN: Goodness, me; this is a platter fit for any prince/thief at dawn, Ezzy.

EZZY: You're a thief...not a cop.

AMLAN: Maybe; well, thanks for the quiche; I'll signal to you if I'm in need.

EZZY: Alright!

The 'cool' diamond-insurance thief coolly put together his 'acid-gun' inside that Southwest diner without Ezzy taking-note, and she was the only employee working the floor outside the kitchen, and the kitchen-staff didn't notice anything either!

AMLAN: "Acid-warfare is the hallmark of modern Romanticism for an American thief."

EZZY: What's that water-gun for, Mr. Satan.

AMLAN: I'm a wolf, Ezzy, darling; I need the money in your register this dawn (now).

EZZY: What're you saying?
AMLAN: I'm a diamond operator; I need this media-stunt for an insurance-message.

EZZY: We just had a hell of a lot of valued customer-patronage last nite!

AMLAN: That's misfortune; I need that earning (now); I'll give you a gift.

EZZY: Alright!

INTERVIEW: He left you a small velvet-bag of mystery gems, darling?
EZZY: Yeah...and a 'cool' 20th-Century McDonald's Kosar-Browns football card-treasure.

INTERVIEW: Some kind of 'road-prophet' in a veiled Chevy cop-car (eh?)!

EZZY: Excellence; what a day for a Southwest 'consumerist' dark-tale.

INTERVIEW: You're a woman-of-valor, sweet Ezzy of Arizona.

EZZY: Thanks (I think!).

Mr. Satan never saw Ezzy again. She never followed-through to investigate his exact identity/agenda. However, what was (surely!) revealed was that this American diner road-fork misadventure clarified what many consider modern Homeland 'rhetoric' for capitalism-race superstition...don't undervalue the 'intrigue' tied with hospitality heat (ha).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson).

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)