If you think where you live is the shittiest, read.
My friends and I were at Denny’s last night. It’s something we do fairly frequently, just show up late at night, stuff ourselves, then go home and relax. It’s cheap and delicious and fun and what have you. Unfortunately, last night was different. I got there with some of my friends, and our other friends were already there. As we walk in, there is a booth on the side with a pile of vomit on the floor next to it, and the gentlemen from which it came is still scarfing pancakes. We learn that he had vomited all over the floor minutes prior to our arrival, and had promptly resumed eating. The guy next to him (bleached mohawk, beer gut, all the makings of a complete asshole, general Central Florida scum) was egging him on. A few minutes later, the guy starts puking all over the floor once again, this time much more than before. He is not more than 15 feet from the bathroom, but still prefers to blow chunks on the floor, where someone will have to pick it up. At this point, we were all basically repulsed, but what put us over the edge was seeing Mr. Mohawk scoop up some of his friend’s puke and lick it.
I cannot begin to comprehend how rude and disgusting it is. What’s worse is the Denny’s manager had gone to the store to get things with which to clean it, so there was no one there to kick them out. They then left, making assorted rude gestures and yelling. We were pissed off, Denny’s lost business because most of us did not eat, and of course, they did not tip the waitress who dealt with their bullshit. Welcome to Leesburg.
