Asshole lawyer and I were eating lunch at OCB the other day. That's Old Country Buffet for those of you not in the know. They have a pretty good salad bar and it's always great people watching. Everytime we go in there, there's about a thousand elderly women playing Mah Jong. The shit that they talk about just kills me.
Anyway, I should get to the point of my post. OCB as you can probably gather from the name is all you can eat buffet. Well, all you can eat buffets tend to attract people that like to eat alot. So we are sitting there and next to us is an enormous couple with their plates piled high with fried chicken livers and hot wings. When I am talking enormous, I am talking huge, easily in the 350 range. After dropping off their plates at the table, the male of the group saunters over to the beverage station for some refreshments for him and his mate. And what does he get them, Diet Cokes! This whole concept baffles me. Does he think that holding off on the 120 calories of high test Coke will stave off the 10,000 calories of fried chicken fat that they are about to toss down their gullets. Because that's just delusional. Maybe it's a taste issue, but I doubt it.
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Oh, balls.
I thought that only fatties like myself went to the OCB (or the "Hog Trough", as I like to call it). Like Wal-Mart, you never expect to run into "normal" people while you're there.
Old Country Buffet gives me uncontrollable shudders. Everything about the place freaks me out. I used to know someone who worked at one, and that's really all I'm saying.
Please don't confuse me with someone "normal". I'm certainly living in a glass house, but I still like to to throw a good stone.
Hey, we had lunch there today! My son calls it the Old Fart Buffet, for obvious reasons. There is some definate weirdness there!
If you're drinking the good stuff, it's only a problem when you run out.
Life's too short to drink cheap beer.
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