5th July 2018 In Deep End Eats Day
I ate the last two pieces of pizza and Carol is hungry as shit, she is about ready to kick my ass. It's 2:15 AM and she is giving me a glare that could melt the chrome off a hubcap.
“Baby, you know Denny's is still open, right?”
“I don't want to go to Denny's, I don't want to go anywhere, why did you eat the last of the pizza?”
“You TOLD me to eat the rest, Baby.”
“I'm hungry!”
“Let's go to Denny's then.”
30 minutes later, we roll up on Denny's and park in the lot. As we approach the front entrance, we both here a commotion. There is some trailer park woman yelling at this black Denny's employee, threatening to kick his ass. He is the cook. He just quit.
“What's going on here?” I say
“I just quit my job, serious, go on up the road to IHOP or something.”
“Serious?”
“Serious, that blonde waiter ain't gonna tell me how to do my job, I'm the cook here.”
I turn around, I'm starving from the Prednisone I'm taking and Carol has her mouth open, taking in the whole scene.
“Well, how about I just go in there and get some coffee and fix my own food?”
“I don't care, I quit, you can do whatever you want, my girlfriend is coming to pick me up in like 15 minutes. I'm outa here.”
Skinny white Denny's gap-toothed busboy says: “Don't look at me, I don't know how to cook.”
I spin around and think “Fuck”, grab my wallet out of my pocket and say: “I got $10 in this wallet I'll give you if you cook me and my girl some food.”
“I'll cook you two a meal, but I'm leaving as soon as my girlfriend gets here.”
Trailer park girl is just stomping around.
“But that's all I'm doing, as soon as my girl gets here I'm going home. That waiter ain't gonna tell me how to do my job.”
(Hilarity ensues, you'll just have to read the rest later in print, what went down is liable to get some folks fired. We did manage to get our breakfast. Nobody else in the joint did.)
