The Case of the Bare Feet Showdown at a Fountain Valley Denny's
One of the teens--a lanky, blond-haired kid wearing a t-shirt and swimming trunks--had nothing on his feet.
"No shoes," the waiter said firmly. "No service."
The group of teens argued, moaned and tossed out a few mild cuss words, but after about 90 seconds left the restaurant.
Who thought American youth would give up so easily?
Five minutes later, the boys re-entered the Denny's, stopped in the lobby and quietly waited to be seated.
The waiter returned, looked at the blond-haired kid's feet, rolled his eyes and shook his head.
The kid had wrapped two different blue colored beach towels around his feet.
The group burst out laughing.
It looked like another tense showdown when one of the other high school kids blurted out, "Towel shoes are shoes!"
The waiter's stern face broke into a smile and he agreed to seat them.
The shoe-less kid threw his arms up in victory and dramatically shuffled his towel-wrapped feet like he was snow skiing to the table.
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