I think today, I will write a short story that has a protagonist without flaws. And away, we go:
Ramon (that’s a good name, right?) walked toward the restaurant and whistled. His stomach growled once, but he shrugged. He knew he’d be inside in moments. Through the glass, he spotted an elderly couple. He stepped forward and held the door open for them to exit. He smiled warmly at them.
“Thank you,” they replied.
Ramon almost stepped through the door when he noticed a cute girl and her family. He slid backward and step to allow them to pass.
A rambunctious toddler staggered through the door followed quickly by the mother. The father grinned at Ramon and shook his head. He handed Ramon a few dollars.
“I can’t accept that, sir.” Ramon held up a hand.
“I insist.” The man folded Ramon’s hand around the bills.
Ramon shrugged. I’ll just donate it later.
A man in a business suit carrying a briefcase strode toward the door talking on his cellphone. He sneered at Ramon. “This place has gone downhill. The kid at the door isn’t even wearing a tie.”
Ramon stared down at his chest. “There’s a dress code,” he whispered to himself.
Finally, it seemed the coast was clear. Ramon sighed. He walked into the restaurant and grinned at the woman behind the counter.
She gave him a small smile.
“My party’s already inside,” he said before she could ask.
The woman nodded without a word.
Ramon wandered through the restaurant, weaved through the tables, and watched the patrons enjoy their meal. He eventually found his parents and sat with them.
“Everything okay?” His dad asked. “You’re late, that’s not like you.”
Ramon shrugged. “I got delayed.”
“Well, you’re here now.” His mother grinned.
The end. Yep, that’s about as far as I could go…or wanted to go…or thought anyone else could stomach.