About the Book
In the land of Diner, the walls are scattered with different faces and places with catchy sayings. The air is permanently saturated with the stench of grease and sweat. There is never a dull moment for Ketchup Man and Mustard Man, what with all the customers hustling about that need to be fought and employees skating from table to table. The jukebox in the corner plays lively tunes around the clock and the black and white checkered tables become the dance floors. Ketchup Man and Mustard Man along with all the other condiments are careful to avoid customers’ plates, but if the dancing became to intense and one fell off, they’d land on one of the teal vinyl booth cushions. It’s a wonder anyone got any sleep at all.