Did I mention that Sweet Lil Franny loves IHOP?
I have an issue with these establishments that I categorize as "Sticky Table Joints".
They just don't really appeal to me unless it is after 2 AM and I am sloshed and not ready to head home.
It is my firm belief that the people in the STJ's are aliens! Like in Men in Black!
You never see them anywhere else in life, and as you look around.... it's just plain creepy.
Franny wasn't feeling too well from a virus that was effecting her ability to store food inside her body for any lengthy amount of time. Under these circumstances she had grown very hungry and had a craving for pancakes. I humored her and her illness and decided to suck it up and join her at the STJ.
I parked the car while she went in and got a table because, as usual, the STJ was packed full of aliens.
When I walked in I scanned the aliens and saw no sight of her. For a moment I thought I was going to be on Unsolved Mysteries exposing the STJ and the aliens! However, she came to my rescue by screaming my name across the restaurant and waving at me like a wild woman. I was sure that no one could identify me in a lineup... until that point.
I have to share with you how cute she was as she ordered her hot chocolate and sipped it down in complete and utter satisfaction. She followed the hot chocolate with a sweet tea, a bowl of grits, and pancakes. After receiving her grits she decided on a side of shredded cheddar cheese for extra binding... if you know what I mean. After the miracle cure was mixed together her grits appeared very similar to the same substance used to hold bricks together in a foundation.
At this point I heard heckling from the kitchen between the servers because someone took server #1's turkey melt and no one was owning up to it! Server #2 (our server) was offering honesty in the fact that her turkey melt had eggs on it and that was the one she pulled off the counter. OK, I ordered a Ham, Egg & Cheese melt but swapped turkey for ham. I was trying to enjoy my sandwich but all I wanted to do was stand up, with sandwich in hand and egg on face, to prove the innocence of our server. My better judgement took over because there is no telling what the surrounding aliens might do if the commotion continued... and they already knew my name!
We soon paid our check and departed the restaurant as fast as possible. Unfortunately, IHOP made a second performance for Franny about an hour and a half later at the office. But her attempt for intestinal normality was well noted and I will always love her no matter what situations we have to endure together.
PS~ most of this love for her stems from another outing during Mardi Gras when we went to another STJ.. AKA Denny's. After we ordered, I proceeded to the ladies room to use the bathroom not noticing the urinals as I walked back into the stalls. Moments later another patron entered the restroom with me and I noticed his general atmosphere was not that of the cute little ladies that normally attend a public bathroom with me. I quietly spent my time in the bathroom stall and was sure to turn around and everything so that my feet were facing the toilet, not the general female position of feet facing away from the toilet. I didn't want to just walk out while he was using the urinal and give him stage fright. Finally he left, and I returned a few minutes later to the table where Franny sat enjoying the scene and giggling when I explained what a dumb a&& I was for going into the wrong bathroom. Good Times!
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