Whenever I’m hungry late at night, I remember this event.
In freshman year of college, we had a few places we went to for emergency meals. One of them was Perkins, which was open late and in walking distance of campus. I had missed dinner due to falling asleep in class and not being woken up. Greg missed dinner for reasons he won’t share. Ethan was doing work or something. The point is that we were hungry and we wanted to go to Perkins like we did the night before. Reason for the night before was that we hated what was in the cafeteria. Comedy ensued then since one guy forgot his wallet, so everyone ordered something that came with a side salad and gave the salad to him. Most amount of roughage I’ve ever seen eaten in one sitting. I’m digressing here.
We stepped into the autumn chill to make the walk to Perkins, our stomachs growling. Our hearts rose at the sight of the sign as we neared. I should point out that the main drag of the town was an Interstate and it was void of cars at this time. So, we had no reason to wonder about the lack of cars in the parking lot. The sign didn’t light up so that wasn’t a clue. You would think the inside being dark would be a hint, but we pulled at the door anyway. Then we noticed all of the chairs were up. Everything was inside, but it was like nobody came to open the restaurant that day. It was locked and gone.
Greg is always the model of calm, but Ethan and I may have overreacted. Him looking through every window and me ranting about how much this sucked. Although, Greg may have done an exaggerated ‘Nooooooo!’ while dropping to his knees. We were young, hungry, and idiots. This is why the following happened.
We walked down the interstate (middle of it) in search of food. This is a trio of college freshman who had spent most of the last month playing Resident Evil 2. For those that don’t know, it’s a big zombie game where you enter dark areas and get jumped by the undead. To say we were starting to let our imaginations get the best of us is an understatement. Eventually, we hit a gas station where the guys got candy and cookies. I was the moron that got the last slice of gas station pizza and ended the night practically french kissing the toilet.
Moral of this? I miss Perkins.