After you take your last delicious bite, right at the point where you feel as though you may explode, sit back in your booth and close your eyes. Soon you’ll drift off to sleep. Sleep is good. Sleep is when the booth fairy pays you a visit, taking your empty plates and trash off the table. Upon waking up you’ll see a clean table and maybe even money. That is, if you put it there. It’s called a tip.
Due to our newly found love, I thought I would share a poem with you- the love of my life. Roses are red, Violets are blue, Who the hell cares about flowers, I want food. Denny's- you can give me food. You can provide me with that and I appreciate that so much. I appreciate everything about you. You're perfect. I can't wait for the wedding. Who shall be attending it? Much love, Charley Rose 😘
That poem was wonderful! If I had a heart, your words would have touched it deeper than anything ever before… But I don’t because a live beating heart would not provide a sterile environment for people to enjoy delicious Denny’s food. Charlotte, I fear you may have misunderstood me. We love each other. It’s true. But marriage between us would be impossible. People would talk. They’d scoff at our happiness saying that a relationship between a restaurant and a girl would never work. And sadly, they’d be right. You need something more. Sure I’m able to keep you fed, and happy from time to time. But I can’t hold your hand. I can’t look you in the eyes and tell you you’re beautiful as I run my fingers gently through your hair. I’m just a restaurant. Granted, the best restaurant, but still a restaurant. I wish you all the happiness in the world, Charley. I see great things in your future. And I hope that when you’re old and gray, sitting with the person you’ve chosen to be with, the person that you love, you can reflect on our time together positively. And if you’re ever hungry, in need of a delicious and affordable meal, know that I’ll be waiting and ready. Take care Charley Rose. See you soon.
WILL YOU MARRY ME DENNY'S? It's just when I'm with you I feel a connection. I don't know if it's the juicy bacon, or the fluffy pancakes... But I don't want to ever lose you. You're freaking amazing and I just want to spend the rest of my life with you. So what do you say?
Charley Rose… I know it’s been some time since you spilled your heart to me, And I fear you may have taken my absence or lack of response as rejection. Please know that was not my intention. I needed time. Time to think. Time to gather my endless merry-go-round of thoughts and organize them so I could respond eloquently. Because you deserve the best Charlotte. You really do. You’re perfect. Everything about you. The unmatched kindness with which you reblog text only posts. You have a gift for words, or at least a gift for recognizing the beauty in others’ words. Even when you went through that phase where all your posts were black and white, I knew there was something special about you. Sure you post about Jennifer Lawrence like everyone else, but when you do it, it’s different. It’s magical. It’s real. I guess what I’m trying to say is… I love you Charley Rose. Unconditionally. Forever. And If I was more than just a foundation, support beams and building materials, you know I’d be all about it. But I’m not. I’m a restaurant. Named Denny’s.
You know when you’re walking in the woods, chomping a burger, and the wind begins to move the leaves in a way that says, “Get a job Fred. Stop pretending that long, contemplative burger-walks are going to help you transition into the adult world”? I hate that. #relatable
I haaaaaate it when I accidentally brush my teeth with maple syrup! #relatable
You know when you get that feeling that where you’re going isn’t the place that you thought you had planned on going but actually might be an underground prize-fighting ring so then you’re underground watching illegal boxing and just like man I could have sworn there was a Denny’s right here? #relatable
Ugh! Next time someone gives me attitude in public, I’m calling my super rich friend with the helicopter to come pick me up right in the middle of downtown and take me to his milkshake spa. #relatable