When I was 18 before I went away to college I use to work at a family owned cafe. The cafe was located in a very small town, so small in fact that if you sneezed while driving though it, you would miss it. It was a fun place to work because the cast of characters that frequented the cafe everyday were a joy to be around. On one spring day a woman I have never seen before entered the cafe and she looked absolutely repulsive. This lady was wearing frayed jean shorts that were at least two sizes too small, a white button down shirt with a black bra, flip flops with green painted toe nails, she wore too much makeup and the blue eyeliner she had on made her face look like a piece of blue cheese. I instantly named her Moldy Mona. … Read More