So that's it....

Probably gonna be a short post tonight. I've been getting up every morning at 5:30am to get to work. Tomorrow I have the biggest day of our fall season and I sure hope all my employees make it to work. If not, trouble shall surely come. Should go well though. I've worked hard the last few days to make sure we have enough to cover play levels.


I gotta say, I really love my Xbox 360. I've had some good game consoles before but this one is like a good friend. My previous favorite console was the Dreamcast. I loved every game on that machine for some reason and finished more games on it than any other console I have ever had and I have had them all. But this 360 is really a great machine. There's so much there to entertain and do. If you have a lot of time, put in Gears of War. Just a few minutes, Geometry Wars. Heck, I'm even enjoying the Burger King games that I got for 4 bucks. I just love this machine. Just thought I would let you know.


Now, Deuce and Liddy are safe for the moment. Let's check in and see what in the sam hill is going on with them.


Waffle House food sucks. I can say that without hesitation. It just sucks. But you know, I don't think it's actually the food that makes it taste bad. To me, it's the fact that every Waffle House looks like every other Waffle House. The same furniture right out of the 50's, the same hard plastic seats, the same vinyl looking floor and counter tops. I could go to a Waffle House in San Francisco CA and eat and then fly across country to New York and other than a severe headache from jet lag and the inability to keep my eyes open, nothing would tell me that I was in establishments some 1200 miles apart.


What's wrong with our country? Why do we stamp out individuality at every turn....

Oh wait. I guess you are wondering what the heck is going on. Well, after the Big Fry that took out our attackers, Liddy and I found her car and got the fudge out of there. She's got a nice car by the way. It's one of those European luxury sedans that I can't quite remember the name of right now. All burnished wood and leather. Sure smells good. And the back seat is so inviting and big. I sure can think of a lot of uses for a car with a back seat like that...

So, of course we wound up at Waffle House. It's just a fact of life. If you ever get the chance to experience it you will know what I mean. You see, if you and someone else just escaped being gunned down in cold blood by hoodlums for no reason that you can place, I guarantee you will end up at Waffle House. No doubt about it. Try it sometime. Have some friends try to kill you late some night and see what happens.

Now if any of you at all are law abiding citizens reading this, you are asking yourself, why don't they call the cops? Well, I have a history with the cops in this town and it's all bad history. And I just shot a man. And watch two others fry. Not to mention that I have a record. But that's a story for another time. So let's just say we would like to avoid any police entanglements for the time being.

Plus there's the fact that I have no idea what the heck is going on. In case you hadn't noticed, I have yet to get any information out of this woman and wonder if I will ever. I do know this. She is paying my highest fee. And covering all expenses. Including this meal at Waffle House for the trouble she's been so far.

We order up some nondescript breakfast food that comes out in record time dripping grease and clogging the arteries of the people that just carry the stuff. No telling what it's doing to our arteries. All I know is that suddenly, I am starved. Now I started to go on a rant early about the loss of individuality in American. I mean, I know it's good business. Every McDonald's looks and acts like every other McDonalds because it makes money. Food is interchangeable, employees are interchangeable, and supplies are interchangeable. But just think. How cool would it be to go into a McDonalds and see the under age counter girl in a bikini? With pig tails? And instead of a Big Mac with fries, you could order Fried Chicken and watermelon? Or collard greens with fat back?

Wouldn't that be sweet? I mean, just every once in a while. Just maybe one McDonalds out of a hundred and it would turn into like a treasure hunt to find the McDonalds that does something different. How cool would that be? Pretty damn cool if you ask me.

Instead though, I'm looking at Helga who's worked at Waffle House for 10 years according to her plastic, silver merit badge that's speckled with sausage grease and covering the ketchup stain on her pinstriped blouse. And the menu is a laminated, plastic thing that is too damn big. Why are they so big? Can't they fit all the items on a smaller menu? And why don't they clean them sometimes? They are always slimy and greasy and hate I picking one up.

And last but not least, why the hell can't you get clean siverware at Waffle House? Do they all buy the same brand of dishwasher, the "ISuck" brand. Nothing like cleaning your fork with your own spit.

God, I love this country. At this point, Liddy breaks down and begins to sob into her grits. At least I think they are grits. Either way, she's crying hard and ruining them with rivers of tears.

I taste mine and decide the tears are probably an improvement....