I was thinking about my first Waffle House
experience this
morning...which took place only a month ago in
Nashville. Elena and I
went before she dropped me off at the airport...I
don't remember what I
had to eat (never a good sign), but I remember
snippets of good
conversation...actually more I remember good
conversation being
interupted by the guy behind the counter. That too,
became part of the
joy of the experience and I learned to take the
chill pill. He was (in
Elena's terms) as hick as they come...when he
discovered that I was
heading to the airport, he started talking about how
much luggage thay'd
been misplacing over there..."some colored lady was
bawling on t.v.
today about how her baggage was lost, and it had all
her christmas
presents in it. I felt very sorry for her." On and
on it went...he told
Elena that he believed she was the prettiest girl
he'd ever seen...and
that I reminded him of Shirly Temple. We left with
relief on our hearts,
but at the same time we enjoyed it I think...maybe.
It was wierd, but
hey...he told Elena she had to not let that be the
last time she came
in...and that I was to come back when I visited
again. Holland is so not
like that. Anyways.

I guess that's all I feel like posting...I worked
today, and I've
mentioned before how slow it is...so I won't bring
it up again. Actually
today was very nice, my 'tude' was probably in the
correct position.
Co-worker John keeps all his weights and lifting
gear in the corner of
the shop, and had me lifting by the end of the day.
I should sleep, for
tomorrow I know I will feel the pain. I don't want
to sleep though...I
want to drink coffee, and hang out with friends for
hours upon hours.
Maybe tomorrow.

Grace be upon you.

I <3 heart<3 Gregory Hines...