We also ate at a diner where they actually gave each table a fly swatter. Next to us was a very very old man and a girl who was rolling silverware in a diner booth. The very old man was swatting flies and the girl was cheering him on. When he got one she would say. "Got em Jeb!" It was a very interesting experience. Carrie enjoyed it as you can imagine. We both had Philly Chicken Cheesesteak sandwiches which were not delicious.
The room must have had a ton of Frass in it which I tried not to think about during the meal. (my father taught me that word when I was a kid.) Frass = fly poop.
The room must have had a ton of Frass in it which I tried not to think about during the meal. (my father taught me that word when I was a kid.) Frass = fly poop.
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