| i think i was the only sober person in Denny's tonight, besides the employees, of course. everyone seeme to be gone. three sheets to the wind.
"i've been shaving my balls since college"
"bob, if you say one more word i'll stab you"
gretchen walked past my table, her hair a different color then when i saw her last. granted it's been about a month; i'm sure it has changed more than once since i last saw her. her big red glasses and stressful smile. it looks like nothings changed since i was in Denny's last. except the smoking section has moved from up front to the back of the building. i guess they want to keep the scary scabs away from the sober customers looking for a peaceful late night meal.
"kid's incorporated, K-I-D-S" some drunken married couples from the table behind me started singing this song. i guess i'm older than i realize sometimes. i've got responsibilites now.
i politely but semi insincerely asked gretchen how her trip to texas was. now mind you, i wasn't looking for much more than casual conversation, but i got way more than i bargained for. a long story short about her ex boyfriend kidnapping her daughter and running away to texas. it's all about the experience i guess. i musn't stay away as long as i have.
"i'll poke your eye out with my pinky" the guy behind me was yelling.
goodnight Denny's, i'll see you tomorrow |
| |
