I had one of my favorite moments in the Silver Lake Eat Well Diner (RIP 2007). My boyfriend and I had just ordered and were sitting next to this guy who was eating alone. He was wearing a leather jacket, generally dark/black clothes, and kind of had the poofy/spiked hair you see on people now and then. It's his turn to order. We're silent. The poofy hair man stares hard at his menu.
Finally, in a thick Scottish accent: "Woht's ah grrreht??"
...............................................-[What's a grit?]
The waiter begins to nicely explains "grits" to the customer--we nearly lose it. The worst part was that we had to retain composure until the end of the meal, and couldn't talk about how cute it was until we left.
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