15 Hours in Anchorage Pt. 3

"Do you know a Michelle or Don?" Our waitress's eyes lit up for a second and then her right eyebrow slanted downward, processing. "I know a Michelle, but she's not working today. I don't know a Don." I pouted my lips in fake disappointment, pretending to be disheartened by not being able to see people … Continue reading 15 Hours in Anchorage Pt. 3