It still rains outside, even when it's national pancake day.
One would think that an entire day of fluffy grittle made goodness would somehow influence the atmosphere.
Even as iHops all along the country placed happy plates across counters and along tables, there was one who could not rejoice.
It was my friend, John. He never knew the meaning or the feeling or even the aesthetic wonders of pancakes. He just couldnt see the truth.
Yet, when we came to the crossing between iHop and Waffle House, I began to ponder: what if I never ate pancakes again? Would I be like John?
No, not me. Because I just go with the flow. None of this deep thinking malarky for me. John put way too much thought into this. I mean, are waffles really that terrible? Will my life be over if I never have another pancake? I think I can manage.
One would think that an entire day of fluffy grittle made goodness would somehow influence the atmosphere.
Even as iHops all along the country placed happy plates across counters and along tables, there was one who could not rejoice.
It was my friend, John. He never knew the meaning or the feeling or even the aesthetic wonders of pancakes. He just couldnt see the truth.
Yet, when we came to the crossing between iHop and Waffle House, I began to ponder: what if I never ate pancakes again? Would I be like John?
No, not me. Because I just go with the flow. None of this deep thinking malarky for me. John put way too much thought into this. I mean, are waffles really that terrible? Will my life be over if I never have another pancake? I think I can manage.