Chapter Six
Homer and Marge entered Lard Barn and got in line behind what seemed like just about every other fat person in all of Springfield. Finally they got to the front.
"Yeah, I have reservations for two under Simpson," said Homer.
"I'm sorry sir, but I don't see any reservations under that name," said the squeaky voiced teen.
"Why you little-"cried Homer as he lunged for the teen.
"Homer, no!" yelled Marge as she tried to pull him back.
"Um, do you have anything under Power?" asked Homer quietly.
"Max Power, 6:00?" asked the teen warily. Homer nodded.
"Homer…" said Marge through her teeth.
"What?! It sounds so manly!" replied Homer.
"Hrrrrmm." They then sat down at their booth. After a few minutes, a waiter who had obviously never eaten there came to came to their table.
"And what can I get for you two today?" he asked, using the fakest of his fake smiles.
"I will have the deep fried lard nuggets with the works, the triple bypass combo meal, a lemon chocolate chocolate-chip cinnamon cookie-bun, an Elvis special chocolate milkshake, a ticket to the buffet tables, a ticket to the beer garden, and a token for the vending machine," said Homer, drooling already.
"And the lady?" asked the waiter, exhausted from the long list of food he had to write down.
"I think I'll just have a piece of deep-fried lettuce and a glass of deep-fried water," said Marge.
"Right away," the waiter warily responded. They waited for the food. And waited. And waited. And waited. Before long, they had been waiting a full forty-five minutes.
"D'oh, Marge, when's the food gonna get here?" asked Homer sadly.
"I don't know, Homer. I'm sure they're just backed up badly," said Marge, trying to hide her relief.
That's not what it was.