SC, Blackville: A Breakfast Joint

I woke up wondering what kind of breakfast joints they have in nearby Blackville. It's a strange thought upon waking, but better than yesterday's perplexing waking thought: "Pick Pickler."

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Jumped in my car, cranked it, began heading out and found a txt message from Connie "Coffee?"

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"Not today. I'm heading to Blackville to see how they serve My Usual over there. Wanna go?"

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I think this is a YES.

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We arrived in Blackville to find no obvious place to eat breakfast. So I stopped at Willie's Hardware.

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If you want to know anything about a small town, stop at the hardware store.

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"Where do the locals eat breakfast around here?"

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Mrs. Willie recommended I go straight at the stop light and pull into the Golden Pantry gas station across from Subway, they make a breakfast there.
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So we did.

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I didn't find any locals eating any breakfast.

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But I found this sweetheart and she told me "Oh, you have to go to Shelton's!" (like I have lots of options??) "Go back through the light, up the hill and it's at the blinking light, on the right."
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Lawsy I didn't know there was a hill in Blackville.

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There's the hill.

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We took a deep breath and ascended the hill.

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Promising. They used to have a drive thru. Boy, this is big time, I was getting excited.

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When she recommended this place, I knew it would be rough. I've passed this place many times and have always been too scared to stop.

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Unemployed men hanging around, leering, chewing. That's not exactly what I meant by "where the locals hang out."

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We clutched our purses close, kept our eyes to the ground and made our way inside. Sure enough, there was a grill back there behind the counter. The cook wasn't too friendly, but I managed to squeak out my usual.

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Connie was excited -- they offered fried bologna, grits n pudding, a real country breakfast joint. ..... and they even had a healthy menu.... see!
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We made our way to the dining section -- three 2-man booths by the windows. Lucky for us, one booth was available. It was covered in sticky food residue. Again, lucky for us, it was in the cleaning products aisle and clorox was only an arm's reach away.

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Connie, again, was excited. She got her a pork chop samwitch. You can't get a pork chop samwitch just anywhere, y'know.

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It's hard to mess up my usual -- one egg sunnyside up with toast. But it was sure messed up. Did I ask for partially undercooked and partially burnt toast?

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We didn't have any silverware or plasticware or anything, so for the first time in my life, I just picked that sucker up with my hands and took a bite. Did I look happy? 'Cause I don't think I was happy.

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and Connie said "Wait. What's that on the windowsill, just over your shoulder, Val?"
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"Don't look, don't look, don't look!" I squeaked.
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dang. She looked.
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Yeah, it was loaded with dead flies.

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By the time we were done, she was digging into her stomach calming pills. We passed 'em around.