Moncks Corner's Revenge - Part 6

Breakfast
it's what's for dinner

Work the next day was quick and uneventful. My job was done and the supervisor signed off on it so I was free to drive home. The day was also entirely without food - I was in such a rush to get out to the shop that I completely skipped the continental breakfast -bye bye strawberry yogurt and bagels with cream cheese. I also skipped lunch entirely because I was right in the middle of a problem at the time, and right on the verge of getting done... or so I had thought - no sloppy joes for me. But, hey, I was done, I had per diem, and I was hungry...

In other places, other cities or even large towns, this isn't a problem. But in Moncks Corner, well... this was a dangerous combination.


I left the shop and stopped off at this little local "Waffle-House wannabe" joint. I think it may have actually BEEN a Waffle House at one point but it was now just a local diner.

Which begs the question - how far down do you have to get to be a Waffle House WANNABE?

The stomach having obviously won the argument with my brain over whether or not it looked "safe enough" to eat in, I pulled up into the dirt and gravel... well, mostly dirt, parking lot and got out of my car with trepidation in my heart and ABSOLUTELY NOTHING in my stomach. I opened the glass doors and walked in to the diner...