Welcome to the Twilight Zone...

Last night, driving back from CT after picking up Tim's truck, I feared for my life. We stopped at an old-school Pizza Hut somewhere between CT and NY, and I mean to tell you, it was right out of a dang Stephen King novel. As soon as we walked in, we should have just turned right around and walked out. But see, as with every great horror scene, there was this storm blowing and a torrential downpour of rain, making visibility a factor.

So in we walk, trying not to noticeably stare at all the women with obscenely large hair and all of the dirty little children. The whole of the restaurant did not even try to hide their gazes, as we were escorted to our table. (Almost like WE were the ones to be on the menu... muhahaahaa...)

We watched, in horror, as waitresses dropped breadsticks and placed them back on plates. Our own waitress tripped over tables and sent things flying. Then, when she finally came to take our order, she treated us like we were retarded! (We asked for breadsticks with cheese, and she was like "Cheesesticks?!?" and then we asked for rootbeer and she was like "Beer without alcohol?") "Where are we?!?" I kept asking myself, as little children ran around the room picking up food off the floor and eating it with wicked grins, like they knew better but didn't. I think I may have lost my appetite, because I was only able to eat one slice before I decided that we just needed to go.

Anyway, this sequence of events happened to make us question our choice of cuisine, last night and forever more, and it may be a very long time before we ever knowingly choose a Pizza Hut again.