Dining in a Diner
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Gone are the days when Mrs. Jones packed an elaborate box lunch for Susie and Bobby to eat on the train when they went to visit Grandma. Gone are the odorous banana peels and greasy fingers from fried chicken. Gone are the stains on the cushion where Bobby upset his pure homemade lemonade. Now the Joneses eat in the air-conditioned dining car, and-take the service for granted.