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That Time Bruce and I Went to Golden Corral
Reporting on the great feeding and the Steak Knife Kid
Were we coming back from Vegas? Maybe. Or maybe it was the time we decided to drive Route 66.
Either way, night was falling across the high desert and we were headed home, driving south on I-15 in Victorville.
“I’m hungry,” Bruce said.
Seeing the brightly-lit yellow and red sign along the freeway, I uttered four fate-filled words: “Let’s try Golden Corral.”
The place was crowded. As soon as we entered, a young woman wearing a headset waved us to the right. To our left, another line of hungry humans milled about. Our line looked a little more organized, but only just.
“mooooooooo” Bruce said as we moved through a Disney-style set of stanchions —
The young woman with the headset drove us forward through the staging area —
“mooooooooo” said Bruce
Like cattle at the feedlot.
And this was just the start.
