The Lord's Diner?

Wichita, KS...a welcome return to America's Heartland.  I spent my afternoon washing clothes and chewing tobacco with the local laundromat owners ("Free Restrooms!" "50-cent Dryer Sheets!!" "Site Monitored By Police!!!").

Later, I decided to cap this near-perfect afternoon with a plate of piping hot flapjacks and scrambled eggs, cooked and served by none other than Jesus Christ Himself.  I was a bit repulsed by the blood oozing from His palms when He brought my plate, but He assured me that, like all food-service employees, He's required to wash His hands and wear a hairnet before preparing meals.  FYI, nobody makes pancakes like J.C.  I told him He had a big tip coming...no surprise, He already knew!

-blogreg