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[Northbound]

I'm confused...did this woman just come up to your table and start yelling at you, unprovoked? Is that the kind of thing that happens regularly at Waffle House?

No I just didn't want to get into the entire story.

Post Dead show in Charlotte in maybe 1989 - me and two of the guys I was at the show with sit in a booth and there's a woman looking for a place to sit. Mind you this place is packed after the show. I say sit here we've got an open spot - one of my friends looks at me and says do not do that, she's crazy as a shit house rat, I bought acid from her in the Meadowlands. I say no way in hell - like you'd remember that. She sits down and orders the a "steak" at Waffle House and proceeds to pick that s&*t up with the hands and maw that thing down - it was after this that she goes for my OJ and I say no shot honey and the previously mention exchange happened. Not sure how we separated and got out of there, but we did and we proceeded to go to shows the second show in Charlotte the next night and say her, she did not see me, went on to Miami and saw her there the first night, she did not see me, saw the last show in Miami and saw her and something must have triggered in her mind because she saw me and turned around and by the time she was fully turned around I had disappeared into the crush of people in the Miami area parking lot like a fart in the wind - the last thing I wanted was a confrontation with that crazy lady.

Saw Bill Walton on the floor of one of the Miami shows.

 

[Northbound]

Loved my Subaru wagon. Had a Mad River Glen bumper sticker and this in the rear window:

And I was living in Burlington, VT for part of that time, so I guess I fit that stereotype about 25+ years earlier.

I find the other stereotype to be more applicable to the Forester, which I bought for my wife's car almost 15 years later and ended up driving myself for a few months while she transitioned to a minivan because our space needs grew, and I transitioned out of an SUV, because I didn't have as much of a need for one.

I thought about going back to a wagon a few times and looked at the Outback, Volvo XC, Audi Allroad and BMW X-series wagon because I need AWD. The now-defunct Ford Freestyle was actually another great option in that class. I think these are all great vehicles.

I had that sticker on my Alfa for a long time.

 

[RayIsTheGOAT]

During our annual Myrtle Beach trips back in the day we visited man a waffle house after 12am, usually even later. Never a bad meal

Waffle Houses and Myrtle Beach. A match made in heaven.

 

[Phorcys]

I am Really confused.

Doesn’t The Boneyard function on 20-minute increments?

What’s with the extra two minutes?

 

[3rdbass]

It's done.

Observations:

1) The place was packed. If you can't see an old person right now, it's because they're all at Cracker Barrel.
2) Dinner for two and tip was under $35. I saved the receipt for posterity.
3) You think you've seen bravery? I saw a man order seafood at a Cracker Barrel. It was like sitting next to Neil Armstrong.
4) If you want to pick up women, head to the 'Barrel. I saw two women fall down in the shop.

What a crazy place. You walk in and the front "porch" is lined with rocking chairs that you can buy. Then you go inside and it's a little souvenir store - I could have bought a Christmas tree, a three-pound Snickers bar and an Army football hoodie before I even got seated.

Then you go into the restaurant part and it is a slice of some small town in Alabama. Or at least what I imagine a small town in Alabama would be like.

Old people lined every table. They were everywhere. It was Cocoon. I saw Wilfred Brimley's ghost. (Is he dead?) Every second, a Buick LeSabre pulled up and disgorged another load of cotton-tops. The typical table of four was three old women and one old man who had outlived his competition and now had his choice of very slow-moving booty.

As an experience in people-watching, it was wonderful theater. I'm dying to bring my daughter who would find the whole thing mesmerizing. I am less excited to bring my wife who would never stop commenting about the prevailing smell of butter. (Right now, I smell like butter.)

The food is basically bad wedding food. I had a grilled chicken breast which served as a prop for me to push around the plate. I was not given any mini-syrup bottles that I could have stolen for uchusky, but I imagine that I could have asked for syrup and no one have batted an eye. They don't judge you at Cracker Barrel.

The other guy ordered haddock. Seafood! At the 'Barrel! And he ate it. He is a man who gives danger the finger. I admire him.

Someone near us ordered breakfast. It was massive. Pancakes and ark-like variety of animal meats. Go for the pancakes, stay for the coronary.

Best of all, you are in and you are out within 35 minutes. They need your table for some old people who do not have time to waste waiting for it.

Everyone should go to the Cracker Barrel. You will leave a better person.

So funny! I had to send to a couple of my Alabama work mates for a good laugh. Hopefully they look at it in good light.! LOL!

 

[Chin Diesel]

I'm flying in to Savannah and heading towards Hilton Head for work this week. Land of cotton heads, LeSabres and Waffle House. I'll see what I can find that adds to the conversation.

 

[Dogbreath2U]

I'm flying in to Savannah and heading towards Hilton Head for work this week. Land of cotton heads, LeSabres and Waffle House. I'll see what I can find that adds to the conversation.

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