Another morning and Mrs. Sing opens the mint green door of the 50's style diner trailer, just as she has for the past 22 years. Every morning she wishes to find the door broke down by vandals. Her loyal employees are all there; her daughter Eve, now in her mid-30's, Julio, the cute but dumb cook, and Patty, the blimpish hag. A flick of old switches bathes the trailer in pink and green neon.
The diner is overflowing with nostalgia. Hub caps from classic Chevy and Cadillac hot rods hang side by side along the close walls. An old jukebox illuminated by rainbow lights, sits idly in the corner, waiting for someone to play a record by singers like Chuck Berry, Little Richard and Buddy Holly. Mrs. Sing wants nothing more than an angry mob to storm the place and destroy it all.
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