I don’t know about you, but this sounds like the goings-on at every Waffle House I’ve ever been to:
[…] A couple that began squabbling in a motel room Friday morning carried their dispute over to an adjacent Waffle House restaurant in the nude, police said.
The woman, who was not identified, told officers she was staying in a room with Larry Boyd when he took a hit of cocaine, started trashing their room and choked her.
She ran in the buff to the nearby restaurant and locked herself in the bathroom. Boyd, also naked, followed her into the restaurant and then fled in a car.
He was arrested — still naked — after a short chase by police and was charged with driving under the influence and felony evading arrest, among other charges.
Yup. Right about the time the waitress would slide my plate of hash browns, (scattered, smothered, covered, and chunked, of course), the naked, toothless people start cruising in.
Aaah…I miss Waffle House (there aren’t any in California). It was one of the quaintest things about living in the South. I mean, who doesn’t love naked, toothless people?*
*No offense to anyone naked and toothless. That’s how we all come into the world, after all. Who wouldn’t want to stay that way?