After bellying up to the bar and placing my order, I noticed some commotion after a couple walked out the door.
“Do you know who that was?” Maude asked.
“Yeah, I saw him on TV the other day,” Flo interjected.
“That guy owns the Pancake Pantry,” Dusty replied, cracking a egg on the side of his bowl.
For those who don’t know, Pancake Pantry is a Nashville breakfast institution, on any given morning there’s a line out the door and down the street as people wait to experience the cornucopia of breakfast delights.
I can only assume Mr. Pantry just wasn’t in the mood to wait this morning.