For ten dollars, I found out, you can be served a chicken-fried steak, bread of various sorts, two eggs, potatoes, and gravy.
And it's fucking good.
So I switched to debit card for that, the bill will with a beer was $13.00.
I tipped three dollars.
Not exactly generous, but it seems fine. I tipped for the other beers I drank, so I think it's adequate.
Any more and the cute little bartender probably would have thought I was trying to dig tunnels into her uterus.
Which is a possibility, but I only have room to psycho-manipulate one woman at a time, and little WareGirl is it.
She did say "Good morning, John" today -- very uncharacteristically non "joking around" just a nice regular greeting.
You know, like people do.
So I'm convinced she's a human.
And now I have a horrible thought of slicing into her thigh with a chef's knife, and coating the cutlet with bread crumbs, and trying to chicken-fry her.
Fuck it.
I could just eat her pussy out, but my own groin is pungent after a shift.
Hmmmm...maybe hers is better.
ETA Oh, and the bartender seemed psyched as shit when I asked if they had chicken-fried steak. Like I think that's probably her favorite or whatever.
Yes, I ate the entire plate in under two minutes, I believe, but I used a napkin to blot the corners of the mouth.
I'm not an animal!........................................... ....A filthy animal......................an impolite animal.................well, I have some table manners. Let's leave it at that.