I am often found at a local buffet enjoying the quisine. In real life I am mild mannered and a much beloved customer at local resturants. The locals seem to enjoy the series of humorous jokes that are seldom in bad taste.
There seems to be a buffet Ninja at work in Northern Vt. Every time the shrimp is put out I seldom even catch a glimpse. The Ninja works through stealth and guile and
seems to get there just before me. I feel an elbow in my ribs and turn and like a the wind the shrimp is gone. If the shrimp was served and I do not see it was it there at all.
Some far left types seem to think it is the corporate owners fooling the masses. Those on the far right blame the blue haired senior citizens with their hairs in buns. As for me I believe in the legend of the Upper VT buffet Ninja.
Next time on legends of Northern VT Outlaw Senior Citizens riding Rascals. Has Easy Rider met Cocoon in the far North of VT.