Disaster at the Diner

I was lost in the Big City, okay.  I’m not proud of it but I feel I need to be honest.

My travels brought me to a quaint little diner on the corner of First and First.  I am not generally accustomed to what goes on in a diner and it was apparent right from the moment I walked through  the revolving door.

This is how I pictured it, but in reality it looked like this:

First of all, I got stuck in that revolving door, of course.  You had to see that coming.  Round and round I went like a tourist.  I felt like Balki Bartokomous and I had lost my cousin Larry.  After about 20 minutes of that, the waitress came over and pulled the door towards her.  Apparently it wasn’t a revolving door at all.  I had been just been standing there in one place, spinning in circles.

I didn’t want the waitress to think that I didn’t know what I was doing, so I just continued to spin.  I made my way over to a stool which, thankfully, was a spinning stool.

“I’ll have a side of fries, please.”  I said.  As the waitress was writing down my order, I realized that I didn’t order a main dish.  How could I order a side of ANYTHING without a main dish!  I immediately started to panic, all the while still spinning.

“I’ll also have a hem sandwich”

Hem sandwich!  HEM SANDWICH!!! What the hell is a hem sandwich!?!

“Um….Ahhh…Check please!” I yelled.

OH MY GOD!!  Now they think that I think that I should be paid for all of this!  This is a nightmare!

That was when I blacked out from all the spinning.  I awoke to find cousin Larry taking me home, back to the motherland of Mepos.