Tangies

So after an entire summer of working at Horrocks Engineering and sitting from my cubicle and watching the craziest people ever walk in and out of Tangies Diner, I decided to be crazy myself and join them for lunch.

It was exactly what I had hoped that it would be, well even more than what I had hoped it to be.

I walked in and asked the bar if this was a seat-yourself type deal, and the lady (who I assumed must be Tangie, but then later found out was actually Angie) replied, "well, pretty much, can I poor you some coffee?" The booth tables had a really pretty cowboy boot design fabric and the walls had a lot of native american decor hanging on them. The wallpaper had cowboys and horses.

A sign above the table I chose to sit at read "keep your children SAT down!"

The sign above the restrooms read "SHITR".

I sat in amazement at the people that surrounded me and the conversations I was hearing. Just typical white-trash diner stuff, and really dirty looking people. Where do these people come from? And why do they all know where to meet each other for lunch?

I ordered a patty melt (on wheat because they were out of rye), french fries, and a diet pepsi. The meal of the day was meatloaf served with french fries (because they ran out of mashed potatoes). The french fries were so so nasty.. . but the patty melt was good.

Oh, it was such an awesome experience, I hope to make Tangies a Friday afternoon tradition.