Jesus Encounters of The Denny’s Kind

one summer i chased a girl up to dicksville, wi. the place was right on the edge of dead horse bay. anyhow there was this dive we went, chuck’s dicksville bowling alley. they served deep fired cheese curds this girl loved so we must have eaten there 2-3 nights a week. one night we’re chillin at the bowling alley bar, she’s scarfing down her cheese curds, i’m nursing a pbr, just another tuesday, right? then this skinny ass dude staggers in, it’s obvious he’s got a snoot full of somethin, plops down on a stool and points his finger at the her curds and says, gimme two of those. the fry cook dishes ‘em up and places them before scarecrow man who just dives in, head first, and doesn’t come up for air until he’s nearly done. then he just stops. quits eating, nearly quits breathing. looks at us, looks back at his cheese curds. looks at us again, at his cheese curds. then he looks over at us again and says ‘do you see that?’ so of course we look. i didn’t see anything i hadn’t every time this chick would eat her curds, so just shook my head. but this girl, she pauses a bit, looks up at toaster brain and solemnly nods her head one time. well the guy freaks, screams, ‘ oh jesus jesus, oh jesus jesus: i knew it, i knew it!!!’ and he picks up the plate with the unfinished curds and runs outta there. the fry cook just stands there watching the guy book, ya know? then he looks at us and says, “i fuckin’ hate the denny’s spillover.”