Breakfast with Curmudgeon

That guy got our table. I hate siting in the middle.

Trade places with me. I don’t want to sit with my back to the door.

 

Great! Right next to the family with the baby.

It’s too loud in here. I hate it when all those women come in.

 

See that guy? He insisted on holding the door open for me.

He’s a f*ckin’  Republican.

His wife looks like she just ate a lemon.

 

I guess I’ll have the usual. I don’t want to scare my stomach.

 

Why do they put News on the TV? Why do you watch that crap? It’ll rot your brain.

And the Sports Channel. Who cares about golf? Baseball’s the only game worth watching.

 

Food’s here.  Looks good.

 

The yolk’s too runny.

Sh*t! I dropped it on my clean shirt. I just put it on this morning.

 

Hear that girl’s voice at the table behind you?

What do they call that, fry? Vocal fry?

Her voice is fried better than these eggs.

 

I like the corned beef hash better at the other place.

The coffee’s decent here, though.

  

You finished?

I’ll pay the bill. You start the get-away car.

I left the tip on the table.

 

 Thanks. Enjoyed it.

Take care. See you next week.  

 

 

By Sue Storts

08/13/2016

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