So last night Ashley and I go to the Waffle House on Sharpsburg Pike for dinner, as we sometimes do. The food is full of greasy goodness, the atmosphere is casual and friendly, and the price is right. All of that would be plenty, but there's more: there's always something happening at the Waffle House.
It wasn't a group of hungry wrestlers or a gaggle of rude private school douchebags this time. It was a long distance domestic drama between one of the girls who worked there and her (ex?) boyfriend, who had apparently been calling her at work non-stop for the last two hours. The boyfriend was in Chambersburg, with nothing better to do on Friday night than harass his girlfriend.
Not very sound strategy, as I see it. What's this guy's play, to make the girl fall back in love with him by continuously calling her at work, disrupting business, aggravating her, and generally behaving like an asshole? From what I was able to glean through my shameless eavesdropping, the guy threatened to kill himself by "walking in front of the next car." He told this to the girl, and to the State Trooper who called him on her behalf to see what the fuck was going on.
He's 27. I'm 27. How does someone get to be 27 without figuring out some way of handling a break-up other than complete psychological collapse?