I was on a roadtrip with my little sister. We were in the middle
of nowhere in Alabama. We found a Wafflehouse and walked inside
and sat down. It looked as if they missed the end of shift sweep and
hadn't mopped in a week. After a few minutes the waitress came
over. The first thing I noticed was her dirty fingernails. I smiled
and looked up when she asked what we wanted. As I looked up
I notice the whites of her eyes were as yellow as a canary. Oh my
god! Can you say hepatitus. I stammered out y-y-yes, coffee please.
My little sister said water....no not water, ... do you have coke in a
can? The waitress said, "no, we ain't, but we got it at the fountain".
She smiled real wide and walked away. Could it have gotten any worse.
Yep! When she smiled her gums were bleeding. As soon as she turned her
back behind the counter, I said, "lets go". My sister busted out laughing
as soon as we got into the car. Pretty scary as far as near dining experiences go. |