10:41pm Friday Night
So I’m sitting here at Dennys. A friend used to say that no one plans to go to Dennys, you just end up there.
So here I am, drinking sweet tea and picking at this chopped steak concoction I ordered even though I wasn’t hungry. Dennys is open all night and I need to kill some time because I don’t want to go home yet.
Harley and Iris won’t be a problem, they go to bed with the chickens as my Grandma used to say. Mom, however, is a bit of a night owl. She’s been known to go to bed long after midnight if there’s a good old movie on Turner Classics.
I want to be able to sneak in, take an Ambien or three, get in bed, and forget about this night until tomorrow. I will talk to them eventually, but I just don’t want to have to tell anyone tonight that I just got fired by WalMart.