I still have yet to go deep inside myself and find out just why this happens, but my friend Erin and I turn into two poisonous superiority-complex victims when we go to Soup Plantation. We look around and discuss all the disgusting habits of people that come out in an All You Can Eat buffet while we gorge ourselves on chocolate muffins and sourdough bread. And some salad.
The fact that the same thing happens when I go with MrMudPuppy to these places is what makes me believe that I’m the toxic conversationalist and not the person who I draw into my noxious lair.
Anyway, I’ve taken to bringing along my Valentine’s Day present wherever I go now, so I was able to capture one bloke at the table next to us (don’t worry - he was asleep). I only hope this picture is big enough for you to see that this lone diner complete with spectacles askew, has managed to stack no less than 15 plates and bowls on his tray. I wonder what he said to the busboys who constantly come by to take away your plate. I’m not finished with that. Or that. Or that. Or that…etc.
And what about all the plastic bags? And what’s in the suitcase? Forty-seven blueberry muffins? 
Darn it ! I am back here ! I told ja !
Goodness I don't think I have seen someone taking advantage of an All You can eat to this level ! And take a nap too at the establishment !