There is a rural diner out this way , edge of the highway.
I grumble when I go by there really early if we are headed out on a trip.
I mean seriously….how-why-who the fouck needs eggs,bacon,waffles, grits,hashbrowns, gravy, biscuits, coffee and juice at 5:40 AM??
Gawd
Even when I was roofing for 15 years and doing big strong boy type contracting work. (Not sit on your ass on a Bobcat) type work.
Even then, no breffuss…fugg alla that BS, it was an all out bust ass to get on that roof and go like an animal till at least noon. THEN…we’d come down and go take a break.
THEN…you had to fuss with the masses all in line at the grub joint. Who…were prolly the chow sucking ass holes with 4 lbs of breakfast still in their crops. All hungry from their carbed-out pancreas kicking their ass.
It boggled my mind.
