The next person who comes into my diner and asks me why I haven't put up any Christmas decorations is going to get kicked right out on their ass. And no amount of signatures on a stupid petition is going to change my mind about it. Keep your stupid Christmas out of my diner!
Yes, for those of you who have been asking, Luke's is going to be open on Thanksgiving. We're only serving one thing for breakfast, lunch & dinner though. Turkey. If you don't like it don't come.
Someone has to feed the cooking-challenged of Tustin. I'm pretty sure at least one family would starve to death if I closed the diner for a day.
Look, I don't keep a book of Emily Gilmore Post's Etiquette under my pillow or anything, but I'm pretty sure there is zero excuse in this day and age to show up from out of town, unannounced, and expect to crash on someone's couch for a week.
God damnit. What the hell is going on out there? It sounded like some kind of boom and then all of the windows at the diner shattered. Who the hell is going to clean up this mess?
[OOC: I apologize for Luke. He is a grumpy non-internet user who knows nothing about anything that is ever going on outside of his own diner.]
Okay, I'm not going to say these women are crazy because apparently the first rule of PTA is 'Don't talk about PTA', but have they not heard of summer?! The kids don't have to go to school, so why do I?