She had long, stringy hair, not uncommon for her age group down here in the land of fun and sun.
My wife says they're just hanging on to their youth as long as possible. She may have a point, but old hair styles don't age well on bodies that march tenaciously toward old age. Skin damage from too much sun doesn't help the youthful image, either, as the waitress's skin looked leathery and dry.
“Menus would be nice,” my wife answered with a smile.
Plop! Two menus were unceremoniously tossed in the center of the table.
She shuffled her weight to her other leg. “Can I get you anything to drink?” she said, crossing her arms.
“Do you have diet Pepsi?” my wife asked.
“Nope! Just Coke. Regular Coke, Diet Coke, whatever.”
“How about an Amber Bock?” I asked.
She stared at me for a moment, then said, “All the beers we have are on the list,” pointing to a galvanized pail sitting on the end of the table. I leaned over and picked up the plastic-coated sheet from the pail, glanced at both sides but didn't see anything about beers. I put the sheet back. Aggravated, our brusque waitress pushed behind me and took it out again, turning it so I could read the beer list on the bottom. She didn't say a word, just shoved the list at me.
Our impatient waitress shrugged and headed off to who knows where without saying a word. We sat for a moment, then my wife said, “Ready?”
“Yep, how about we eat at the camper?”
“Sounds good to me.”
Instead, this time the hash browns came in a little rectangular pressed patty, colored the appropriate crispy brown, a la MacDonald's. What happened to the real hash browns? Will we have a generation of Americans who will grow up thinking this is how hash browns are supposed to look? The biscuits didn't taste like home-made, either, but at least the eggs came out OK. My wife picked out stalks and bitter pieces from her “special” spinach omelet that had been tossed in without regard to digestibility. We finished breakfast, at least most of it, and headed south to Robbie's to feed the Tarpon. We were beginning to wonder about the state of restaurants in the the Florida keys.
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