My beautiful Nathan told me about this little hole in the wall pancake and coffee place called the Burnt Toast Diner. Why would they advertise the fact that they can’t make toast? It seems rather silly to advertise the fact that your diner can not properly heat bread.
I have no earthly idea why my dear boy considered this…restaurant to reach my culinary standards. The décor is deplorable and those uniforms, my God. Don’t these people have stylists? No one can wear that shade of pink. It’s like something off the rack. Nevertheless, I suppose I shall reserve judgment until I try one of these little waffle creations. Perhaps the fare can make up for the absolutely horrid furnishings. This entire shop needs to be feng shui’ed.
Where’s the service in this place?
Where are the waitresses?
What is that tacky little candle/flower stand doing in the middle of a diner?
It seems like ineptitude follows me around… That little strumpet just walked past me. Did she just…did she just have the nerve to walk away from me and ignore me when I wanted service? Does she not know who I am? Does she not understand the power of the Petrelli name?!!?!
Incompetence! I am surrounded by incompetence. Not just here but everywhere. My precious Nathan’s staff can’t seem to protect him from horrid little leeches like that filthy little Meredith and that little blonde strumpet that Linderman sent after him. And my staff?!?! They are the worst of them all. All I asked that brain-washing Haitian to do was smuggled my super-powered granddaughter out of the country after shooting and erasing her adoptive father’s memory after her entire family was taken hostage by a radioactive psycho. Is that so hard? Was that simple task really so complicated? I expect dedication! Perseverance! He should have erased the memory of every smarmy little security guard in little podunk airport to protect my precious Nathan’s progeny! And the little brat picked his pocket!
I wasn’t expecting her to look so much like that tramp Meredith. Maybe we’ll dye her hair a nice Petrelli brunette. I wonder if that would help Nathan’s campaign. I suppose it might do to replace Heidi. That wheelchair doesn’t really do anything for Nathan’s chances in office. And he will be in office. He will be a congressman if I have to make that Haitian erase the memory of the other candidate in the minds of every single…I need to practice my yoga breaths my life coach taught me… Honestly, I really can’t believe she had the nerve to come looking for my darling Peter! Well, I shall enjoy disabusing her of that particular notion!
