If you're ever up in my little neck of the woods and it's getting to be lunch time you know the first place I always suggest is The Diner. Great food, local folk,Johnny Cash on the jukebox, bacon smell in the air...love it.
Well tonight I had to get out of the house, having been cooped up there since my massive head cold set in. So I drug my poor wife to the diner for a quick bite to eat. Fail. I soon discovered that the dinner shift at our diner is a whole 'nother breed of folk. Night Folk.
I won't go into a whole lot of detail but let's just say that I think hair belongs on your head and not in your eggs.
