Never Wait in Buffet Lines Again


We went to Souplantation for dinner tonight. I was really hungry but when we got there, there was already a line of people at the salad bar.

I hate when that happens.

Let me tell you what I did: I grabbed a tray and came in swinging, cracked a few people in the cranium, then finished them off with a serrated-edge knife from the silverware station.

It’s a crude plan, but let me tell you why it works: the element of surprise. No one goes to Souplantation expecting to be knocked over the head and stabbed . . .

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