First, for those of you who don't live in the southeastern United States, there's a chain of restaurants called "Waffle House". I've heard it described as a less classy version of IHOP. It's cheap food and it TASTES like it's cheap food. I think the last time I ate at a Waffle House restaurant was in the 90's. And somehow my life has continued on just fine...
Now I really want to see a fancy garden party with elegant guests milling around dressed in fine clothes and right in the middle of it a tent decorated like a Waffle House. And Darlene is wandering around with trays of pecan waffles that she just throws at people and one of those big gold coffee carafes. It ain't decaf, honey, we don't do that. She's joined by Eunice. And back at the tent Bubba and his brother Bubba (yes, they're both named Bubba) are making more waffles and eating greasy bacon, egg, and cheese sandwiches.
This reminds me of the story Bill Hicks told about the time he was in a Nashville Waffle House reading a book and the waitress asked him, "What are you reading for?" And he thought, "So I don't end up working at Waffle House."
This last thing today is completely unrelated to Waffle House, catering or worm farming, but it made me laugh. A friend sent me this helpful meditation clip. I don't do meditation, but if I did, THIS would be the video that I would use to help me find inner peace. Oh, it's not safe for work, just FYI: