Trying to make this short. Ten years ago a bunch of us went out and got absolutely slammed. Smoked cigs and other stuff that I normally didn't get near. After the dance club, some new "friends" (we all got laid which is a whole other story), strip club, more smokes and drinks...WE WERE HUNGRY! Two of us ended up at the Waffle House. There was cops there all the time because the neighborhood...I was getting paranoid.
Two of us ordered $32 worth of food. We were bullshitting with everyone and the room started to spin after only eating two bites. I went to the bathroom feeling sick.........................................................................I wake up....try to remember where the hell I am.....Open my eyes....hmmm the room is all yellow...Eww I am hugging a toilet....I accomplish standing after many tries...Jeesh I am fugged up....Damn I can't open the door....WTF?....Beating begins on the door.....Damn cops busted me I am in jail...again.
"Come on dude I gotta shit" says dude banging on door. Then I see the sign that says all employees must wash hands before returning to work. Ok I am not in jail but a restaurant. Then I smell scattered smothered, covered, chunked, topped, diced, peppered, and capped. Whew I am just in Waffle House. OMG I was just hugging the toilet in the nastiest WH in the country! I proceeded to wash my face and hands for five minutes. I get back out and my friend had eaten almost all $32 worth of WH. I asked how long I was gone and he said it couldn't have been 10 minutes. It felt like a lifetime.
Beentown