that I ate like a pig last night. I'm really trying to watch what I eat. I even got out of the truck and took a walk the other day. In the morning I had my usual two cups of coffee and a bagel with cream cheese. I didn't think about food all day long. By 5pm, I'm hungry, very hungry. As I've said for the past twenty years, if I can just eat a sandwich and a soda for dinner, I'll be fine. So I go inside this T/A at Denmark, TN. I vow to not eat the buffet. I take a table on the other side of the restaurant (far) away from the buffet. I have a good view of the television. I watch the news. And I wait, and wait, and wait. The smell of the fried chicken and fluffy white mashed potatoes is killing me. Think sandwich - think sandwich. At least someone could bring me a damn soda or some ice water to take the "edge" off my growling stomach. Don't tell me that I should have had a "little" meal earlier that would have lessened my hunger. Be patient I say to myself - it's all about will power. A month from now I have to go through the nonsense of getting my blood pressure taken for my new DOT physical card. I'd like to drop about 10 pounds. There's not even any silverware or napkin on the table. I look around me. There are not a lot of customers, but the few that are seated are EATING - FOOD! Alright, I can't take it anymore. I just can't wait another minute. I get up and get my own damn silverware. I'm reee-ly hungry. I walked to the other side of the restaurant and grab a clean plate and start stacking. No one better even think about trying to stop me now. A large fried chicken breast, some round pork fried things, a large scoop of mashed potatoes, sauerkraut with kielbasa, two somewhat soft rolls - screw a salad - I have no time for that - and to top everything off - 4 1/2 ears of corn swimming in goopy salty butter. I almost forget to use the plastic tongs. I take this "load" back to the table and go to town. About 10 minutes into this "feast" the waitress finally comes over and asks me what I want to drink. "DIET" coke, please, talking with my mouth full of a hunk of white meat dipped in ketchup. Chew, chew, chew - I'm feeling great. Sandwich? Haa! Not for me. Before I take the last bite on the plate, I'm thinking about what I want next. I use about ten of those flimsy napkins. There is so much corn stuck in my teeth, I need toothpicks badly, but I'd rather have more corn. I go back up for the second plate of just about the same. A second large glass of "DIET" coke. I pass on dessert. After all, all I wanted was a sandwich. It's all T/A's fault. All the waitress had to do is come over a little earlier and I could have prevented this fiasco. I hate T/A. Shame on them. Never again - no not me. It's 5:12pm the next day, and here we go again, I'm hungry, and I'm at the T/A somewhere else. All I want is a sandwich.** The photo credit is: http://www.flickr.com/photos/kanigma/356437039/
