Happy Father's Day

I was treated to breakfast this morning, courtesy of AT&T. We went to an ol' standby - Mexican Denny's. The food at Mexican Denny's is just like the food at Non-Mexican Denny's: good'n'turrible. Of course, we weren't the only folks in Hayward/Castro Valley that had the idea to go to breakfast (it is Father's Day, after all).

We were seated in a booth right next to the restrooms. It wasn't an ideal location, but I typically don't mind as much where I'm seated as the food seems to taste the same. Wouldn't you know that luck would shine as bright as the Krypton sun in the form of two patrons dining at the bar across the isle from us. For Father's Day, I was treated to their guh-het-toh conversation about:

• Some chick bleeding from the head (she apparently was wearing a nice thong).
• One of the dude's daughter is 12 and apparently "fully loaded." In case you aren't hip to the terminology, she has big breasts and looks nice for her age. I was treated also to some talk about her vagina as well, but I'd rather just say that much and not go into detail (I'll spare you the horror I felt as I was eating my machaca plate).
• The father of said daughter also said that he would kill any boy whom terrorized his daughter with their penis (what a touching sentiment for Father's Day).

Yea, it was a Father's Day to forget for sure.