I went to Texas to eat at a Denny’s. Billy was our waiter. He had a few teeth missing and was pretty hard to understand. He would talk fast and in some strange accent and you would thing you heard “that’ll be two dollars,” out of “We’ll have to open a new bottle.”
But Billy was cool. I liked Billy. I always go to these places and never really go to these places. To me, Florida is an airport, a hotel, and a columbian resturant. Denver is two different hotels, the same airport, an Italian resturant, and some other resturant. Now Dallas is one airport, two hotels, ruth’s chris, Denny’s and Billy.
This post makes me happy.
your thoughts always seem so clear to me and you express them well… It kinda makes me mad sometimes because I’m so scatter-brained.
I wish I could go to Italy for dinner. Sounds like you had a good time of it.
Today I met Tim. But he was not at Denny’s. I went to Denny’s and Billy was not there.