What Did You Expect?
Eating out at 2AM on Friday night/Saturday morning in a college town is an invitation to long lines and drunken conversation. This weekend, I found myself in a Steak ‘n’ Shake in the wee hours. It was a choice - that or Denny’s. The lot at Denny’s was full, so I aimed for Steak ‘n’ Shake.
Steak ‘n’ Shake was full, too. And I mean full - wait for a table full.
I was seated next to a table full of young college kids fresh from a party (which was the topic of a very loud conversation). One young Jewish lady - which I mention only because she did. Ad nauseum - ordered a steak burger with everything. When it came and she started eating, the “everything” part started running down her arm. With disgust and vigor, she threw the sandwich on her plate and announced,
“This is unnecessarily messy!”
I fell out. I LOLed. I LMAOed. I barely avoided pointing and laughing.