"Didn't open the box."
And what was it last time, "Didn't know what the box was"?
And yet, we do keep finding each other, don't we?

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The Waffle House in the glove department


My wife and  I have always been fond of  the restaurant chain known
as  Waffle House,  the breakfast  food, the  diner atmosphere,  the
nutty  songs on  the jukebox  that no  one plays  - always  open if
you're out traveling on an Interstate highway in Ohio. Waffle House
is there for you, or at least Waffle House is there for us.

When traveling down the highway, heading to visit friends somewhere
or just roaming around deliberately getting lost, heading home from
seeing a band perform late at  night there was always a fluorescent
yellow-signed oasis of food. Except  that unless you were traveling
an interstate  you traveled  alot you  didn't necessarily  know how
many exits  you would have to  pass to get  to the next one  with a
Waffle House.  That was  the one  weakness in  the mighty  chain of
Waffle  House  power... Sometimes  we  would  settle for  a  lesser
restaurant, not  knowing how  far it  would be  to the  next Waffle
House.

Until the day that is that my wife found that the fine Waffle House
folks had put  themselves a web site  on the internet -  and one of
the innovative folks at Waffle House headquarters had realized that
they could include the locations  of their fine restaurants on that
site. Even more,  they had the foresight to list  them according to
the Interstate highway exit numbers for those restaurants.


A few minutes and a few pages through our printer gave us a listing
of  every Waffle  House  in  Ohio according  to  Exit  Number on  a
background of beautiful yellow and the ability to find Waffle House
wherever we roamed. All was right with the world.





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