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3/31/06
Topic Started: Mar 30 2006, 11:37 PM (700 Views)
Heather
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Doc, of course you are right. After all, I like the McDonald's sausage egg and cheese biscuits for breakfast...with ketchup! :blush:
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mychrissy
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Chrissy
Been in most of the things you mentioned.....Ford Truck all the time. Ok Doc, I think I get the picture now. :floorrollin: Orson must really enjoy being at your side all the time and going to all the meetings. This is when you really know a dog is man's best friend. :hug: :hug: :hug:
Chrissy

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DocInBird
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LOL. They do not have Waffle House thingies in most of the country. it is kind of a ritual for me that when I first find one I have to eat there. after that, I am over it. But I have never had the urge to eat a McSnausage McMuffin. Euwwwwww. Just kidding.

Do you have any idea how many McDonald's employees I could put out of work with a simple little bot? Do you think I cannot create one with pimples? If I could stop laughing, it would be pretty easy. Think about it. How difficult would it be to insert "UMMMMMM" between any two words? Jeeze, I wrote the code in between words in this sentence.

It is funny, isn't it? the customer tells the employee that they want a double cheesburger. The employee goes through the "duh, what did you want sequence" and then presses the double cheeseburger button. How easy would it be to just get the duh out of the equation?

Heck, just give the customer the button? But then where would the recent college grads work?

--doc
Just Doc and Orson (German Shepherd) wandering around North America.
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DraginRat
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Well, Waffle House didn't work out today. Seems Kylie prefers the playground at Burger King to showing off for the "Village Elders" at Waffle House. We went to Burger King.

To be quite frank, I don't care to much for the food at "Awful Waffle" as my Grand Son calls it. The one I go to all the time is unique and addictive, not for the food, but for the characters that frequent the place.

A complete spectrum of the human species. We have guys that are ready to "NUKE" Canada for even the most silliest of imagined slights. On the other extreme of the spectrum is an old "bag lady" that sincerely believes we should all convert to Islam to appease the Muslem world. About in the middle is a fella that rolls the dumpster out of it's enclosure, and parks his car in the enclosure and spends the night.

The thing that troubles me most about this group of people is that I seem to fit right in, and they all accept me as one of their own.

I seldom visit other Waffle Houses as we travel, but sometimes the old saying of "better the devil you know, than the unknown" is good advice.

Well folks, until we meet again, "Be Of Good Cheer!!!"

Ken Gasbarri

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DraginRat
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Doc;

Don't you dare put those people out of work. They are very entertaining, and they put the challenge back into getting a burger, fries, and vanilla shake from a pretty much already automated "burger joint".

When you asked about what the machine operator would think if the "bot" started speaking, brought back to mind a story that happened when I was working for GTE Automatic Electric back in the early 70's in Mahomet Il. We were installing and testing a proto-type electronic telephone switching office. Back then we communicated with the main frame via the old teletype. The main office had a teletype paralled to ours for what ever reason, but anything that was typed on one whould show up on the other. Well, every night about 2:00 a.m. (guess what shift I worked), the tt would start typing "The quick red fox jumped........." well, you know the drill. We finally figured it was the cleaning lady practicing her typing skills. One night after she was finished, I typed "DON'T EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN!!", and she never did.
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DocInBird
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When congress, many years ago, decided to raise the H1B limit, there was a proviso that there would be training for displaced workers. Whatever happened to that? The HiB limit has been raised several times since then but there has been no mention of the training requirement. Perhaps if we had a government that represented the voters instead of big business... But I am dreaming again.

Draggin, before you villify me, perhaps you might like to see the CD Orson and I produced. It defines how to manage the machines I create in the middle of the night. It is not as simple as saying "start" and "stop". Nor is it as simple as "feed me". Machines have needs too, believe it or not.

Okay, this is the last time I describe what I do for a living in this forum. Yikes. Sorry. I will be much more careful in the future.

--doc
Just Doc and Orson (German Shepherd) wandering around North America.
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Lon Frank
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Ken, can you believe some of these folks are Waffle House deprived?

I love the Waffle House! Food's not great, coffee is passable, green vinyl booths and a counter where you can sit, bellied up right in front of the grease sizzling on the big grill. It's an icon of the south, a tradition of two-lane highways, ghosts under the passes of interstates. A picture of Americana past, a sacred altar of sunny-side up, over easy, scattered and smothered. A remembrance of the weary and hungry, the smell of hot butter, and rustle of gingham aprons. A dinosaur of the 20th Century, huddled behind the Happy Daze Motel.

I love the Waffle House. You push the little door and walk in and every, EVERY lady working behind the counter yells out, "Good Morning!" The dozen or so other customers glance up from their congealing cream gravy and biscuits and look at you to see if you're one of the regulars. Then each decides that in this moment of warped existence, this tiny warm spaceship carrying the lost of the roadside, you can be for now.

The laminated menus are tucked into their chrome holder at the end of the tiny table, and the wind from the road, unrestrained by anything higher than one story, rocks the diner like the rail car it was modeled after. The waitress isn't young, isn't glamorous, smells like soap rather than perfume. She calls you 'sweetheart' or 'darling', and you swear you know her from some forgotten youth. She yells at the cook, who is standing three feet away and who repeats, "two scrambled, grits and dry", and you know somehow you are established, waiting for the order which has been placed for all to hear and acknowledged, as if by the universe itself. You have arrived, stepped out of the fast lane, dropped out of hyper drive. You smile at the old guy at the counter, he smiles back at the old guy in the booth. You each sip the coffee.

I love the Waffle House.

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mychrissy
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I have one question. Are they all the same, food the same, etc....

I am not into fast food restaurants. I mention this before. I daughter's inlaws go there for dinner. Ok, I said to my husband one morning, lets go to Waffle House, after all they have to make good waffles and I love waffles.
So we went, NEVER AGAIN.............. :fryingpan: :fryingpan: :fryingpan:
Chrissy

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mychrissy
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I have one question. Are Waffle House Restaurants all the same, same ingredients, etc.?

I am not into fast food restaurants. I have mentioned this before. My daughter's inlaws go there for dinner on occasion and heard it was good.

Ok, I'll give it a try. One morning while we were traveling we passed a Waffe House, said to my husband, lets go. After all they have to make good waffles (It's the Waffe House)and I love waffles.
So we went, NEVER AGAIN.............. :fryingpan: :fryingpan: :fryingpan:







I hate the Waffe House............. :floorrollin: :floorrollin: :floorrollin:
Chrissy

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Heather
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Chrissy, every one I ever went to was exactly the same. Everything had the same taste, sort of greasy and stale. It was definitely not tops on my list. And the waffles were thin and soggy.

Maybe they have improved.

On edit, Lon, I do concede that they are a unique bit of Americana. That doesn't change the fact that the food gives me world-class heartburn.
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mychrissy
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I was pretty surprised it was so bad. I was expecting great things at least thought the waffles would be good.
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JohnMaier
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Lon Frank
Mar 31 2006, 04:12 PM
I love the Waffle House! Food's not great, coffee is passable, green vinyl booths and a counter where you can sit, bellied up right in front of the grease sizzling on the big grill. It's an icon of the south, a tradition of two-lane highways, ghosts under the passes of interstates. A picture of Americana past, a sacred altar of sunny-side up, over easy, scattered and smothered. A remembrance of the weary and hungry, the smell of hot butter, and rustle of gingham aprons.
You push the little door and walk in and every, EVERY lady working behind the counter yells out, "Good Morning!" The dozen or so other customers glance up ... and look at you to see if you're one of the regulars. Then each decides that in this moment of warped existence, this tiny warm spaceship carrying the lost of the roadside, you can be for now.
The waitress isn't young, isn't glamorous, smells like soap rather than perfume. She calls you 'sweetheart' or 'darling', and you swear you know her from some forgotten youth. She yells at the cook, who is standing three feet away... You smile at the old guy at the counter, he smiles back at the old guy in the booth. You each sip the coffee.

This sounds just like the Phoenicia Diner. A *Greazy spoon* on State Route 28 in the "forever wild" Catskill Mountains. Phoenicai is a town of <500, and there is nothing open on a Saturday night except 2 bars and the Diner. Somebody always had a *problem*, either a moldy burger bun or black specks in the cherry Jello, or shriveled-up whipped cream on the chocolate-cream pie, but we kept going back. It was a night on the town, and healthier (in a way) than the bars. I miss it--Delhi has McDonalds, this is a college town, after all.

JM
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Wisdom never fights, it waits patiently, sees benefit in everything and envisions a future of abundance...knowing that all needs will be met at the right moment, in the right way.
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Lon Frank
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You forelorn wayfarers of the IHOP buffet, you wanderers in the world of whole wheat bagels, low fat egg substitutes, flavored coffee creamer and Sunday brunches; you clean spoon and spotless cup crowd; you strangers to Rolaids, idolitors of cloth napkin, worshipers at the throne of the remodled Kettle; this is for you. As our scrambled and scattered heritage slips through our bacon-greasy fingers, no tear shall be shed by Chrissy, no wail in the darkness below the interstate bypass shall be uttered by Heather. Only Lon Frank shall stand alone in appreciation of a world gone past... and humbly belch.

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mychrissy
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Chrissy
Lon, now don't you be getting all hurt and stuff, Heather and I will take you to places you've never been :whistle: :whistle: :whistle:
Chrissy

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DocInBird
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can you take me too? oh please please please?
--doc
Just Doc and Orson (German Shepherd) wandering around North America.
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