Hey Chief (4)

   
   "Hey Chief (4)"
   
   Maxine, or "Max" as she was called, worked the night-shift at a Waffle House in El Dorado, Arkansas--a modest city in the Hog Heaven State.  Max was a welcoming waitress, having a butterscotch nimbus fashioned by way of a pixie cut, and was as pretty as pearls.  
   It was just another mundane night of county cops, miscreants, and your garden-variety vampires; however, one tall, wiry man sauntered in, and he was all mustache--a total cowboy-styled dirt squirrel or cookie duster atop his full and kissable lips--if she would have been the neurotic George from the 90's show Seinfeld, she would've blurted:  "LOOK JERRY!  HE'S ALL MUSTACHE!"
   But she wasn't neurotic, into the paranormal, nor had any affiliation with organized religion--just a young lady attempting to get by in this sometimes cruel America.  So, she gently approached him with a sparkle in her emerald-green eyes, asking:  "Where would you like to sit sir?"
   Paul immediately felt the electricity of mystical love pulse through his thoracic cavity, feeling like he was going to have a panic attack upon viewing such an "up close" beauty, but kept his composure cool; next, calmly said:  "I'll take a booth."  Then, Max elegantly turned and led him--Paul's eyes glued to her golden legs steered by Reebok sneakers.