Living in an urban area, I don't often get too inundated with the redneckness. I mean, there's the usual Rebel Flag stickers on trucks, the occasional "This Trucks too Low for a Fat Ho" decal and of course Calvin pissing on a myriad of things from company logos to NASCAR driver car numbers.
However, every now and again I get a snippet of life outside the city limits. This one came courtesy of an Associated Press story printed in our newspaper. The fact that it was printed once is questionable and the fact that it was reprinted in a larger newspaper is completely head-scratching.
The headline reads "Growing Dispute leads longtime customer to protest Waffle House" with a subheading of "It all started when he asked for milk for his coffee, man says." We get a story about a pissed off Waffle House customer. Has anyone NOT left a Waffle House and been pissed off for some reason?
Anyway, the long of the short of it is that the guy was told to buy a glass of milk for milk in his coffee. He was pissed and even more pissed when a regional manager accused him of smoking pot in front of the restaurant. That last allegation garnered him a ban on Waffle House from "here to Knoxville."
He sits outside a Waffle House with a sign that reads that the regional manager of "Waffel House" is "wagging war" against him, a disabled American "Vetran" (who doesn't play any sports-including basketball) and this regional manager of "Waffel House" wants to rule America like a tyrant--from the comfort of his little yellow box. The picture is really worth it all because it shows the man holding up his "Waffel House" sign in front of the restaurant's four foot tall sign with the correct spelling.
No one from Waffle House is commenting on this man's protest, which also includes 12 signatures in support. Again, I don't know how this made the paper. Let alone the front section of the paper. As a full-sized story. About a pissed off customer.
Anyway, happy new year and holidays and all that crap. I'm back in the office after nearly 11 glorious days off. 11 in a row. This morning really sucked ass. I hate it when people say "Well, you just have to get back into your life." Uh, hello. I was INTO my life. I was really into my life when you interrupted and made me go back to work. Work is income, hopefully something interesting to pass the time. Work is not life. If it is your life, you need some help.
However, we get off on MLK Day and I'm going out of town in February, so the sting of working is only going on long enough to daydream of more vacations and time off. Throw a birthday in there and the pain of post-holiday seems that much easer to deal with.
By the way, if this is global warming at work, I'm going to find every can of banned Aqua Net filled with CFCs and spray away. It's the second day of January and it's 65 degrees and sunny here. I'm only hoping this lasts long enough to enjoy. I'm also hoping the mildness of winter stays with us because we haven't gotten Chef a proper winter coat, so I always feel guilty when it gets below 30 outside. So raise your styrofoam cups and freon in unison.
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Seriously. It's been 40-50 degrees here in for over a week. If it's wrong to love global warming, I don't want to be right.
They'll take your tree-hugging license away for talk like that, bitch.
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