Once and for all, what is the deal with old people and their attraction to eating at buffets?
Personally I don't understand it.
If you go into a regular restaurant, you have a fairly diverse cross section of clientele. Sure, there are some exceptions, but for the most part, you see all kinds of folks at normal restaurants.
Now, go into a buffet place...like say...Lubys or Firrs...or Golden Corral...
Go ahead, I'll wait.....
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..........................Yeah! You see?! Nothing but blue-hairs! What's up with that?!
It's like there's a minimum age requirement to enter one of these places.
I mean, it's literally all you see...
- Old people creeping around here and there looking like they've lost their keys in the egg salad or something...
- Disgruntled workers rolling their eyes and yet another blue-hair complains that such and such piece of food is to hard to chew or digest or whatever...
- Little old ladies hunched over tables shoveling gobs of potato salad into their wrinkled pie-holes
- Some old geezer raving about how good the collard greens are yelling at his wife to try the okra...and then yelling at her to try the okra a few more dozen times to make sure she heard him...which she probably didn't.
- Some old lady complaining that there's to much hot pepper in the brown gravy
- Some old speed demon rascal-ing around the place trying to find the bathroom
Ugh
Even my relatives get in on the act. Every year around my birthday, I get the inevitable call from my parents or something about how they want to take me out to dinner...which is fine, except the place their all excited about going to is the new buffet that opened up or something.
I don't get it! Does anybody have an answer for this?
I do have my own personal theory, but not much to back it up.
I think that somewhere in everybody's body there is a gene that lays dormant until a certain age is reached. Let's say, for arguments sake, that that age is around 60 or so. Anyway, as soon as that specific age is reached, that little dormant gene wakes up and starts sends lots of new messages to the brain like: "You know, a buffet would sound really good right about now" or "You know, I've never eaten at a Luby's, but I bet they have really good food" or "Isn't this place great! You get your choice of anything you want to eat" or "I think that waitress stole some money out of my purse when I wasn't looking"
Opinions?
Personally I don't understand it.
If you go into a regular restaurant, you have a fairly diverse cross section of clientele. Sure, there are some exceptions, but for the most part, you see all kinds of folks at normal restaurants.
Now, go into a buffet place...like say...Lubys or Firrs...or Golden Corral...
Go ahead, I'll wait.....
.................................................................................
................................................................................
................................................................................
..........................Yeah! You see?! Nothing but blue-hairs! What's up with that?!
It's like there's a minimum age requirement to enter one of these places.
I mean, it's literally all you see...
- Old people creeping around here and there looking like they've lost their keys in the egg salad or something...
- Disgruntled workers rolling their eyes and yet another blue-hair complains that such and such piece of food is to hard to chew or digest or whatever...
- Little old ladies hunched over tables shoveling gobs of potato salad into their wrinkled pie-holes
- Some old geezer raving about how good the collard greens are yelling at his wife to try the okra...and then yelling at her to try the okra a few more dozen times to make sure she heard him...which she probably didn't.
- Some old lady complaining that there's to much hot pepper in the brown gravy
- Some old speed demon rascal-ing around the place trying to find the bathroom
Ugh
Even my relatives get in on the act. Every year around my birthday, I get the inevitable call from my parents or something about how they want to take me out to dinner...which is fine, except the place their all excited about going to is the new buffet that opened up or something.
I don't get it! Does anybody have an answer for this?
I do have my own personal theory, but not much to back it up.
I think that somewhere in everybody's body there is a gene that lays dormant until a certain age is reached. Let's say, for arguments sake, that that age is around 60 or so. Anyway, as soon as that specific age is reached, that little dormant gene wakes up and starts sends lots of new messages to the brain like: "You know, a buffet would sound really good right about now" or "You know, I've never eaten at a Luby's, but I bet they have really good food" or "Isn't this place great! You get your choice of anything you want to eat" or "I think that waitress stole some money out of my purse when I wasn't looking"
Opinions?