My grandma’s spot with all the little old ladies was a McDonald’s almost half an hour away from the church. They’d all migrate there, show up at wildly different times, order a single drip coffee each, and take up several tables for hours. They mostly talked about who was the latest to die in the group. It was wild
You can meet all of them at the local Golden Corral, Sunday at noon.
My grandma’s spot with all the little old ladies was a McDonald’s almost half an hour away from the church. They’d all migrate there, show up at wildly different times, order a single drip coffee each, and take up several tables for hours. They mostly talked about who was the latest to die in the group. It was wild