An overnight shift at the Eat-Rite Diner downtown can be, let's say, anthropologically rich, an idea we explored in this week's feature about the three nights at the St. Louis mainstay.
Not surprisingly, after pulling three all-nighters, we had more material than we could possibly use. Here are some sentence fragments we jotted down, and some mugshots we managed to snap.
(Note: The people in these photos do not necessarily have any connection to the quotations we've included here. Although some of them do ....)
"You have no idea who I am."
"Don't you touch my fucking ketchup."
"It's a slutty world out there."
"I come here religiously. This is where I pray to bacon."
"You took my bingo money!"
"I dance with 15-20 women per night. Nobody can dance like me because I make my own dance."
"I don't even know this girl."
"Whose side are you on?"
"Well I probably shouldn't do this. But I'm gonna do it."
"Why do I feel like this food is making me drunker?"
"My sister talks like a mouse."
"He's the reigning toilet dart champion."
"You gotta remember: Germs mutate."
"She's my Trojan horse."
"I had a question about the first 50 pages: Did he get his dick cut off?"
"We gotta get outta here, we're going to the titty bars."