Okay, so maybe I started this one...
And, uh, I suppose it may have also had something to do with us asking for a table far from smoking. Uh, and with a particular waitress.
Anyhow, we ended up waiting an hour and a half. And during this time, we got to know the hostesses quite well. One of them was doodling, so when she left for a moment, I stole her doodle:
This may be the first time I literally stole someone's dreams out from under them. But, to cause further distraction, I replaced it with this:
And, for a while the distraction worked. But still hunger came, and one of the hostesses said we could snag some bread while we waited.
So, taking this advice, I grabbed a basket from under the heat lamps, picked up a roll, and bit into it.
The searing flesh in my mouth was quickly met by my scalded fingertips, and I found myself alternating the burning bun between holding it in my teeth like a puppy with a chew toy to burning my fingers off. And while this was to the delight of those around me, I grabbed two toothpicks and stabbed the roll like corn on the cob, twirling it rotisserie style to cool it.
That's when the "dream hostess" started giggling and drawing; the following was presented to me (along with a lot of finger pointing):
Oh sure, everyone likes to pick on the cartoonist.
Well now it's my turn... so now you know why this person appears in
the hand drawn originals at the Roadhouse.