I had a dream last night that my brothers and I were eating lunch at the Dumb Diner. It's a goofy dream I have repeatedly. I think it has something to do with being in Talmage, the town where our parents had a service station, and eating at the Surly Burgers Cafe, our pet name for the local restaurant/bar. It was a special place where the woman who owned it AND was the head cook, was often over-inebriated. One famous day we ordered the specials off the chalk board and she turned to us and said "What do you think this is, a restaurant?" Meanwhile at the Dumb Diner, which exists only in my dreams, the woman offered us meatloaf. It was the special. An hour later we confronted her about when it might be ready. She thought about 8pm. I told her "That's a fucking load of crap" and we all laughed and ordered more beer . . .
Good times.
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