This is what I generally look like on a normal day:
I did muster up the gumption to leave the house today in search of sustenance. Not easy to come by in a teeny tiny place like this in the middle of the off season. Anyway, I ended up at a local 'fine dining' establishment, by which I mean all the food comes on plates and you can't actively spit peanut shells onto the floor. I ordered a chef salad that, according to the menu, was supposed to consist of "thinly-sliced turkey and country ham over a bed of fresh lettuce with tomatoes, onions, cheese, carrots, and boiled egg." What I got was a plate piled high with lettuce, three sad little tomato wedges, four pieces of shredded carrot, some ham that I'm pretty sure was just lunch meat that was pulled into shreds by someone's fingers, and about a gallon of cheddar cheese. I didn't mind the onions being missing because I don't really care for onions to being with, but no egg? Are you kidding me? The little pieces of boiled egg are why I EAT salads in the first place. I basically had a ham and cheese sandwich minus the bread on my plate.
The restaurant itself was fairly empty except for the round table. I'm sure at any local restaurant in any small town in the world there's something like this round table, unless you're in some place that doesn't have restaurants. Or tables. It's just this one table right by the door that is being manned by a group of men who apparently have nothing more pressing to do in their lives than sitting at this table and drinking coffee all day. It's always men - I think they've taken a page from the Little Rascals and formed their own He-Man Woman Haters Club, only instead of a clubhouse, they have the round table. The cast of characters is always something like this:
Theoretically, they talk about current events. But in reality, it's just a gossipy group of old men. They are almost always angry about some fool thing, usually involving the city sanitation department. Today, they were talking about southern California. This is especially hilarious when you consider the fact that most of them have probably never left our county, let alone the state. How they think they know what's going on in Southern California is completely beyond me.