we smoke some weed and decide to get some lunch at this place that is supposedly haunted. we are asked if we have reservations and as a young person without reservations i never like to hear this. this place is, we now realize, a very nice place. we are sat between two tables full of suits, and the menu is really specific and expensive and we are generally not really interested in it. the waiter bring us bread immediately and austin asks if the guy (it was a woman) if she had ever seen anything spooky or abnormal working here. she dismissively says in all the years she has worked here she has seen nothing, and that it is just a rumor. she comes to the table twice more trying to get our order and we still do not have anything for her. we don't want to be here and the atmosphere is really negatively effecting our high, but the bread! there is already bread on the table! we don't know what to do, but we have to leave. it is a fact to me. the next time the waiter comes up i tell her that i am extremely sensitive to paranormal activity and i am picking up to much energy to be able to dine here. we leave austin gets the elvis sandwich at the harley diner.
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