Dine and Dash.
Went to Denny's tonight for dinner, in Tempe AZ. Ah, Rock and Roll.
A nice group of young hispanic men, some with ASU sweat-chirts and the like were eating in the corner booth. Breakfast, even. We were a few tables away, and they were just kind of in my frame of sight.
In the Denny's? Two male servers, one busser, and one cook. Slow night.
So, the fellas finished up their meal; one of them stood up and looked around for their waiter. Not seeing him, they promptly all stood up, rather quickly, and HOOFED IT out of the restaurant.
I say to my buddies, not quite loud enough: "Hey. Those guys are DASHIN'. "
A girl ran in from outside and yells 'HEY, those guys are running really fast to their car. are they DASHIN'?"
Everyone runs outside and tries to get a license plate. But these guys are haulin' a$$ through the lot, and nobody got it.
Edited for langauge -Z-man. I want to say something like "I saw it coming." Baggy pants, funny looks, that close-cropped #1-trimmer East-LA style haircut. I wanted to be wrong. And I was right. Am I racist? Am I a "Profiler"?
God Bless America. We're awesome.
Turns out they weren't too smart, though. One of the kids left his CELL PHONE on the table.
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Last edited by Z-man; 04-01-2008 at 10:26 AM..
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