24-hours
There are establishments in this world that are complete and utter crap. The food is terrible, greasy, and often bordering on flavorless. Their servers are soulless shells of what were once people. Their doors make haunting little noises that question why you opened them everytime someone does. Their menus are utterly devoid of nutritious options -- even their fruit manages to be unhealthy, however that is. The prices aren't exorbant, but for what you recieve, they make you wonder why you ever bothered.
How do such establishments thrive in America???
They are open 24-hours.
Places like Denny's and Norms. Places where the workers take five to go outside and smoke, then come back to hand you the check. Places where it's allowed to sit in a corner booth for hours and debate what composes a person - because you can. Places where it's either too late to notice or too early to care.
Places where the second you walk through the whining doors, you lose your sense. Everything is hysterical for at least the first 15 minutes -- and after that, you stare dispassionately at the menu full of useless variations on the same bad ingredients, until you finally point arbitrarily at one of the lesser options and mutter something along the lines of, "meh ehlltekoneuhthose." to a server who scribbles something you wonder isn't hit song lyrics on a ratty looking pad of paper. Then they scamper off toward the kitchen to smoke another cigarette, and laughter inevitably resumes.
It's easy to be eccentric, ridiculous, and immaturely hysterical in such places. It's practically a must. If you don't agree, go driving through your town at 3 am -- find a 24-hour diner (because you're bound to), go in and grab one of the booths. Ask to sit in the big round one if you feel audacious enough. Scan the menu and order something obviously extravagent for this time of night.
And you tell me you don't feel utterly crazy.
Because that would certainly be a feat.
Oh, and no writing elegies on napkins either -- that doesn't count. Clearly.
-RK
How do such establishments thrive in America???
They are open 24-hours.
Places like Denny's and Norms. Places where the workers take five to go outside and smoke, then come back to hand you the check. Places where it's allowed to sit in a corner booth for hours and debate what composes a person - because you can. Places where it's either too late to notice or too early to care.
Places where the second you walk through the whining doors, you lose your sense. Everything is hysterical for at least the first 15 minutes -- and after that, you stare dispassionately at the menu full of useless variations on the same bad ingredients, until you finally point arbitrarily at one of the lesser options and mutter something along the lines of, "meh ehlltekoneuhthose." to a server who scribbles something you wonder isn't hit song lyrics on a ratty looking pad of paper. Then they scamper off toward the kitchen to smoke another cigarette, and laughter inevitably resumes.
It's easy to be eccentric, ridiculous, and immaturely hysterical in such places. It's practically a must. If you don't agree, go driving through your town at 3 am -- find a 24-hour diner (because you're bound to), go in and grab one of the booths. Ask to sit in the big round one if you feel audacious enough. Scan the menu and order something obviously extravagent for this time of night.
And you tell me you don't feel utterly crazy.
Because that would certainly be a feat.
Oh, and no writing elegies on napkins either -- that doesn't count. Clearly.
-RK
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