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A Terrible Way To Be
Jan. 8th, 2024 08:05 pm[It's happened to everyone at some point in their life, though it never gets any easier. A Sunday night, where all reputable establishments tend to close early-- let alone at one o'clock in the morning, with no food in the home, and with hunger enough to entirely preclude sleep. And in such an unenviable position, only one option remains available:
Denny's.
And in this case, it wasn't even the good one. You know, the 13th street Denny's? That one was closed for renovations, leaving them stuck with the 8th street Denny's. And so, with peeling laminated menus in hand and unflattering bile-green fluorescent lighting overhead, they were seated at their table.
Even all the hunger and fatigue in the world didn't make the menu seem any better, though it did make the smell of grease slightly more appetizing.]
...any idea what you're getting?
Denny's.
And in this case, it wasn't even the good one. You know, the 13th street Denny's? That one was closed for renovations, leaving them stuck with the 8th street Denny's. And so, with peeling laminated menus in hand and unflattering bile-green fluorescent lighting overhead, they were seated at their table.
Even all the hunger and fatigue in the world didn't make the menu seem any better, though it did make the smell of grease slightly more appetizing.]
...any idea what you're getting?
