The waitress rushed around the crowded diner not sure who to serve first.

The sweet elderly man she liked sat in his usual corner booth working away at his cherry pie. “Mm-mmm,” he murmured as she passed. She smiled and went to the next table where a young woman sat alone. She appeared to be a professional of some kind since she wore a very expensive suit.

The young blond, her hair tightly wound in a bun, looked at her and held up a finger as she continued to speak on her cell phone. “Uh-Huh, Uh-Huh.”

Impatient, the waitress moved to the next table where a young mom and her son, probably five-years-old sat reviewing the menu. The mother tapped her son’s hand to speak. He stopped racing his Hot Wheel car around and looked at his mom. “Umm,” he said. The waitress waited, smiling at his nervous mother who glanced at her and then back at her son. The mom was becoming restless as she fidgeted with her purse while waiting for him to make up his mind.

The waitress motioned that she’d be back.

Someone grabbed her arm as she made her way back to the kitchen. She looked down to see an elderly woman reaching out of a booth. The waitress nodded. “Urr…” the woman began. She stood there shifting her weight from foot to foot. “Urrr…” the woman attempted again. The waitress was getting exasperated. She smiled and nodded she’d return.

She escaped to the kitchen and stood with her back to the door, agitated.

She had no patience for anyone today. None. She took a deep breath as the dishwasher fella smiled drying a large metal platter. She smiled back and sighed again. Then she returned to her patrons.

Paula Antonello Moore, Flash Fiction. Copyright: Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Writing Challenge: “Write a scene where the only spoken dialogue is “Uh-huh,” “Umm,” “Urrr,” “Mm-mmm.” From 642 Things to Write About by the San Francisco Writers’ Grotto.

Image: Waitress walking with plates of food by Ross Durant Photography, Getty Images.