Thursday, May 12, 2011

#8 The food

i feel pretty damn hungry, all i eat is crappy food, its like eating back in Nam. i think Im going to go get some waffles that would be good.

ten minutes later.......

Ding ding

i hate the way those doors ding when you walk in as if its necessary to announce to everyone "I'm here, I've come into the restaurant" maybe if the waiters pay attention they wouldn't need a damn bell, who is this little ginger walking towards me.

"how many are eating with you sir"
i look around, side to side. "how many you fucking think"
"one" he said
"Damn right"
"ok well ill show you to your seat then"
"ill show myself you damn hippy" i don't really like this place but i was in the mood for some breakfast kinda food.
"hahahahaha" two guys walk in the door laughing. How can someone be so happy, haven't they done anything important, have they not served our country, if so how could they be so gay, so gleeful.

the tow men sit own at a booth and look frantically for the waiter. hey brings them waffles and water. damn they look so happy. maybe its the waffles, maybe the waffles will make them happy.
"waiter" he walks over to me
"yes"
Let me get what those guys over there got"
"waffles?"
"ya"
"coming right up"

five minutes later
the waiter drops the waffle on the table
took long enough i scream
i look down at the waffle the patterns strange similar to the war formations we used in Nam.
i take a bite and its dry and tasteless, how can these men across the room enjoy such a disgusting piece of food.

I am done with this place i am done with these waffles fuck paying for this i already served my country what have they done.

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