Waitress: Good afternoon, Waffle House.

Group X Guy: Oh, telling me this, telling me that. All right, um, listen...

Waitress: Huh?

Group X Guy: Hello?

Waitress: Hello?

Group X Guy: Well you...I'm calling for some information from you,

if you can help me out phoning.

Waitress: What kind of information?

Group X Guy: Well here's what happened. I came into your restaurant

to get some dinner and a movie and other things with my son. We sat

down, had dinner and a drink and a piece of coffee. Then I had to leave.

Waitress: Uh-huh.

Group X Guy: And so he's supposed to be waiting off there for me, in the

outside or maybe someplace else, and could you tell me if he is still there

waiting on me for to come?

Waitress: I don't think so. Are you sure you've got the right Waffle House?

Group X Guy: Listen, I know--What's your name again?

Waitress: My name's Mary.

Group X Guy: Mary. M-Mommy. I remember seeing who you were when I

was in the store, so could you--there's no little boys with black faces

and heads on them in your store?

Waitress: No, there ain't but two people here and an older man.

Group X Guy: Are you su-Older! Oh, he might be one of the older men,

you might want to check on that.

Waitress: Was you on Perrigram Street?

Group X Guy: I was--yes, because see I live right on near you, I live in

the woods back-

Waitress: There's no young boys in here.

Group X Guy: No yo-shit. Oh, this is bad. You know, could you--

Waitress: Why don't you come in here?

Group X Guy: No. Do you think he's hurt?

Waitress: Huh?

Group X Guy: Do you think he is hurt?

Waitress: Hurt?

Group X Guy: Hurt, you know, if he is not there he must-could you lo--oh,

here maybe he is in the bathroom!