[Editor’s Note: How little was there to do in this town that this counted as excitement?!]
"And the star attraction was headed our way. A low rumble heralded the arrival of the craft. And the rumble got louder… and louder.
"Back in the kitchen, things started falling off shelves. Noise was coming down the chimney, and the metal hood above the burger-cooking machine was acting like a resonant amplifier. The kitchen staff tried to scatter, but there was literally no place for us to go. The kitchen door opened outwards, and with the restaurant as packed as it was, there simply wasn't room to get it open. As the roar rose to deafening levels, the staff finally achieved evacuation by vaulting, panic-stricken, over the front counter and out the front doors, which looked out across the drive-thru lane towards the highway.
"We were looking right down the flight line towards Concorde when it came rocketing overhead. When it passed over us, the noise was so loud you couldn't hear it. It was just this sort of pressure wave behind your eyes. Wash from the jet engines practically took us off our feet. It took an antenna off the roof that one of the managers had strung up there so she could watch her soap operas on a portable TV in the little manager's cubicle. As it crossed the parking lot towards the airport fence and touchdown, one of the engines passed directly through the big leafy center of one of the many decorative trees that had been planted around the perimeter of the lot. As the manager's antenna came crashing down in the middle of the highway, the parking lot turned instantly into a whirlwind of whipping twigs, leaves, blown garbage, and screaming customers.