Misconception Magnet
First, there was the Fran Drescher wannabe. Then there was the Bluetooth girl. Now, please allow me to present the Buffet Guy:
When: Sunday Afternoon
Where: Southern Family Diner, Satan's Buttcrack, NC
Time: 1 pm
I had just completed filling my plate with random goodies and was heading back to my seat when he approached me. He glanced at my plate, stopped in his tracks and did a double-take. His face showed great relief after the second glance, and he burst out laughing.
I raised my eyebrows in lieu of asking why my lunch was so daggone funny.
He proceeded to grin and blurted out, "Oh, man. I'm sorry. I thought your fruit salad was full of black olives!"
To which I snapped, "Oh. 'Cuz black olives, pineapple and strawberries sounds like a logical Southern concoction."
Obviously from away, Buffet Man continued to grin and blurted, "Nothing would surprise me around here."
I sometimes wonder if I'm wearing a sign that reads "PLEASE! Say something to me!"
*Sigh*
When: Sunday Afternoon
Where: Southern Family Diner, Satan's Buttcrack, NC
Time: 1 pm
I had just completed filling my plate with random goodies and was heading back to my seat when he approached me. He glanced at my plate, stopped in his tracks and did a double-take. His face showed great relief after the second glance, and he burst out laughing.
I raised my eyebrows in lieu of asking why my lunch was so daggone funny.
He proceeded to grin and blurted out, "Oh, man. I'm sorry. I thought your fruit salad was full of black olives!"
To which I snapped, "Oh. 'Cuz black olives, pineapple and strawberries sounds like a logical Southern concoction."
Obviously from away, Buffet Man continued to grin and blurted, "Nothing would surprise me around here."
I sometimes wonder if I'm wearing a sign that reads "PLEASE! Say something to me!"
*Sigh*
posted by rennratt at 7:02 PM
9 Comments:
Yankee swine. I hate those guys. Wait a minute...I'm one of those guys. You have to admit, Southerners eat weird stuff. And what the hell is the appeal of Nascar?
So what was it? Grapes?
LOL. Be glad people at least talk to you. They just stare at me like I'm an alien.
Hmm...I think you may have an invisible invitation on your forehead that only assholes can see.
I love olives! Damn all of you that frown on my delighting in eating olives with fruit, cereal, toast, cheese, cake, and anything else.
Green black or blue, I never met an olive that I did not eat.
It's because you're from Maine. People can tell.
I think you should edit the sign to say "Please say something NICE to me!"
"Anything you say can and will be used against you on my blog"
There's a T-shirt for ya.
I like good salty olives with pineapple. Yankee asshole.
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