Saturday, March 5, 2011

What a tasty sandwhich...

I'm currently typing this on my blackberry from the booth of a Norms Restaurant. If you've never had Norms I highly suggest you hunt one down in your area, it puts Dennys to shame.

The scenery at this time isn't particularly exciting. Typical graveyard shift truck drivers on their lunch break downing their coffee cup after cup while their hands tremble uncontrollably cuz they're due for their nicotine fix. In the corner there's a couple of elderly Asian ladies discussing god knows what, Hair, makeup, American Idol, Yoga class maybe? I'm more curious as to what they tell their husbands. "Honey I'll see you later I'm off to my midnight coffee meeting with the girls at Norms!" I know I'd be raising some pretty sold questions.

Not all is lost. The crowd gets exceptionally prettier at 1:30am or so. The bars let out and the short skirted pretty club girls swarm in and start stuffing their face with pancakes to sop up all the cigarettes and vodka red bulls they down an hour prior. While their Jersey Shore extra of a date in his retarded tribal printed dress shirt and jeans with sparkly shit bedazzled all over his ass is calculating in his head exactly how much he's spent so far trying to get his date home and bent over on his couch. Sorry man judging by how much she’s stuffing down you’ll be lucky if she lets you feel up her top and tweak her nipple.

The first 10 minutes I was here my waitress wouldn't leave me alone. She passed by every 30 seconds and quite frankly was getting on my nerves, but somehow by the end of my meal, I still only got one refill. How the fuck does that work out? She got 3 bucks, be grateful.

At least my sandwich tasted good. What an eventful Saturday night.

I really need to get out of this town.

<3 Erik

1 comment:

  1. Absolutely entertaining! I love it Erik! Keep up the good work! I can't wait to read more.