Me: “Man, I just love old country diners like this. I mean, look at the staff zipping around and sharing tasks. This place runs like a well-oiled machine.”
Wonderful Wife: “Well, there’s definitely enough grease to oil a machine.”
Tag: Diners
Those People
Waitress: “OK, sounds good. Now, with that breakfast you get a choice of toast or two pancakes.”
Me: (long pause)
Me: “Does anyone really ever choose toast?”
Waitress: “It happens. But you gotta wonder about those people.”
Diner Views
I’m eating my cheap omelet in a diner where “with cheese” means a pale yellow square of American slapped on top. I can still see the wrinkles pressed into the “cheese” from the recently removed cellophane wrapper.
Eddie Rabbit’s “I Love a Rainy Night” rattles quietly above from crackling, overworked speakers.
The too-friendly waitress buzzes, smiling, from table to booth, flaming red fingernails highlighting all the yellow-gold rings on each hand.
Next to me four white-haired, gravel-voiced older men in work clothes loudly discuss old cars, old girlfriends, and how the government should be doing more to protect “intersex people.”
Wait… wut?
I love this town.
Very Vocal Viking 