Sometimes I get a hankerin' for Mackdonald's Big Breakfast...pancakes, sausage, biscuit. It's good but, I'm always partial to the vacuous smell of clean when I'm putting things in my stomach.
That limits my options 'cause I wouldn't feel comfortable chewin' bubblegum in half of 'em that I walk into...and right back out of. Sadly, I've run up and down these roads so much that I know which ones are clean enough to eat in.
In Ocean Springs that'd be the one on 90...next to the Sonic...in front of the Walmart. It's new...the manager brings potted plants from home...and it has no unexpected, inexplicable odors.
Unfortunately, what it does have is five or six geriatric yankees that meet every morning to drink coffee and berate one another.
No statement goes unchallenged...
"If I was ganna travel...I'd fly into Ackapukuh*...
No? If he, with a desire to fly into Acapulco, sat down to make his own travel arrangements...he would not decide to fly into Acapulco? Really?
Their favorite subject is old age benefits...
"Ya ahtamaticaly quaalify fa that..."
"I didn't. They said I hada sign up fa it."
"Sambady lied to ya."
"'m nat ganna ahgu wit ya abat it.**"
All I can say is they must love it...just a peculiar form of amusement for 'em I reckon. I've never been in here when they weren't at it.
Maybe I shouldn't be so hung up on stink.
* pronounced Ahhhhhhh-caaah-po-cooo in Mississippi.
**I have spared the reader here by not giving a more accurate description of the sound by making every sentence one word.