The All Night Diners

[CapricornFarm]

I like him!

He looks like a zombie now!

 

[BullChick]

He looks like a zombie now!

Yes, I see that.

 

[BullChick]

Once upon a time, there was a crazy woman that walked into a truck stop restaurant. The waitress said, "sit anywhere!" So the woman sat on the floor.

 

[BullChick]

Once upon a time, a crazy young woman walked into a restaurant carrying a briefcase. She sat across from an old biker dude, and opened the briefcase. She then pulled out a dinosaur coloring book and crayons.

 

[BullChick]

Once... told the hostess that there were 27 (my favorite number) people. No one had ever believed her before. It’s a truck stop. Who has that many people?!
We were led into a back room where they had said up seating for 27. Here’s where it gets funnier. Round tables usually have leaves that fold down to make them square for putting tables together. There were round tables mashed against square ones and other round ones. We had to eat alone, but you know we really didn’t care.

 

[BullChick]

Once...
Once upon a time, there was a crazy woman that could not find her husband in the truck stop. She finally went to the bathroom in the drivers lounge, kicked open the door, and screamed, “CAVEMANNNN!”
I heard husband say in a timid voice, “yes?”

 

[BullChick]

I think we were in Missouri when there was a truck stop that wasn’t 4-wheeler (non-18 wheels) friendly. As soon as you walked in the door, there were the men’s and women’s room. Truckstops really are not designed for women drivers, so the ladies rooms are not very big. They are also not full. I rarely had others in with me, and when I did, it was a cross-dressing trucker.
Unfortunately, the men’s room door was wide open. And the urinals were right there. And that bathroom was full!
I stayed away from the door because I am not an idiot (despite how these stories make me sound! ), but none of the guys really cared. They pretty much unanimously decided that it was fun to hear me joke around with my husband, so I was encouraged to stand at the door. At one point, I asked my husband if he wanted me to sit on his lap (that was nonsexual). “Nooo.” He knew I would!
I also asked if he needed any help. One guy gave an obvious answer, but the others just looked at that guy with their mouths hanging open.
None of those guys left the bathroom until my husband did. They were having a blast!

 

[BullChick]

Many upon a time...
I would give the wrong number of guests, and when the hostess would laugh, I would tell her I have a lot of personality. As she would lead us to our table, I will call out to my imaginary children. I’d say anything from, “Michael! Don’t push your sister!” to “honey, take Laquisha’s hand!” often then smiling at another diner, shaking my head, and saying, “kids!”

 

[BullChick]

In Spokane, Washington, I jokingly made a comment about voices in my head. The waitress looked at me stunned, and said, “you hear them too?!” She then asked if my voices wanted to go with her voices down the road to the bar. I husband and I never even considered that she might be joking. The woman was too convincing.

 

[BullChick]

Okay! Goodnight!