Drive-In

Rise in, starring Miss Margaret Whiting. A tale well calculated to keep you in. So spent. I hadn't let Ruth talk me into serving that last car that came into the drive in that rainy night.

It was late and I was tired. I'll take that order. I got three other cars and I'm waiting for French fries. Well look at the clock. Well it's near midnight and I'm off duty. Oh please, Mildred. Just this one more, will ya? I'll do the same thing.

Anywhere you got nobody waiting for you. It was true. No one was waiting for me. Only the bus which would take me to North Howling with me apart, for other alone. So I buttoned up my raincoat and I took a menu over to the car.

Good evening. Never mind the menu. Just some black coffee in a ham sandwich. Please hurry it. I hurried it, but when I planned in the tray I had to roll down the window a little.

My touch the handle it felt kind of sticky and my fingers were red. I'm Dr. Russell. I just had an emergency patient in the car. An accident? Yes. Sunset and Vine quite a crash. I just happened by.

I took one of them to the hospital. Oh, I see. I walk back trying to wipe the blood from my hand with a paper napkin. Being a creepy feeling to have somebody's blood on my hand.

I was keeping close track of the time and I was a little worried for fear the big drive in clock wasn't like that. in clock wasn't right sometimes ran slow so I took a coin for my apron pocket the thing it was worth a dime not to miss that last bus in North Hollywood I