February 15, 20206 yr Deep Thoughts: Have you ever been in a Waffle House 300 miles from home all by yourself and looked around the room and realized that your life and your existence has not interacted or impacted these people in any way shape or form? If you had never been born, they would still be exactly where they are, with all the same life experiences, having never been affected by your existence in any way, shape or form. And, they will go on with their lives just the same.......HOWEVER, If you decide to jump up on the table, takeoff your shirt, flap your arms, and just start quacking like a duck for five minutes.....Then, for as long as they live they will always remember you. And they will tell people about you. They will tell their children and their grandchildren about the night they were in waffle house and a crazy man jumped up on a table, took his shirt off, and quack like a duck for five minutes. They will never be able to go into a Waffle House again without reminiscing about that event. Have you ever thought about that? Neither have I.
February 15, 20206 yr Spent a lot of time in the Waffle House in Erlanger skipping mass in the 70’s. Other than that......nothing.
February 15, 20206 yr I’ve thought about these type of things before @PP1 but maybe not exactly the way you have described it. In some situations I’ve done exactly nothing, and came and went knowing that I was an insignificant blip that would never stick in anyone’s memory for any reason whatsoever, yet for example one time I was in Edinburgh, Scotland walking down the Royal Mile by myself, and I was passing the St. Giles Cathedral, and there was a street singer/songwriter sitting on the ground with an acoustic guitar playing and singing, and sure enough I could’ve just walked on by, yet something in me wanted more from this (especially since I have a Scotish surname) to feel like I really experienced the locals in a more profound way. So I just sat down with him, and when he finished his song I told him that he had a great voice (which he really did), and ended up sitting with him for about an hour trading songs where he let me play his guitar and share with him some of my original songs where he instantly harmonized with me. We talked about some of our favorite bands, he told me that he had studied singing opera (hence his powerful unamplified voice), but enjoyed writing and singing folk style tunes. He alerted me to the various groups that he was involved with that I could locate online. We exchanged names, talked about life in general, and for me it was really the most memorable experience of my trip in Scotland. I’ve been able to keep an eye on him from afar listening online to some of his originals. This was about 7 years ago, and while we briefly connected when I returned home, we have drifted, but still and all I’m really glad that I didn’t just walk on by as I almost originally did. I have another very long story which would answer why I was in Scotland to begin with, and it too indeed is related to a significant story in my life that could easily not have been if I had not had a chance meeting online over 8 years ago with a Brit who ultimately to this day has become one of my most treasured friends where we have both affected each other’s lives in profound ways that because of neither one of us will ever be the same. I dig stories either from others, or in my own life where you take a different road one day out of your normal routine, or on a trip, and you either bump into someone you haven’t seen in years, or you start talking to a stranger and come to find after connecting the dots that you have way more in common than you would’ve ever known, or know some of the same people, or perhaps even come to find that you’re related in some distant way.
February 15, 20206 yr I think this thread should be retitled Spring Break. I am sure the Waffle House (and many other) stories will flow.
February 15, 20206 yr Sounds like you are hallucinating as a result of that bad food at Waffle House, just sayin'.:eyeonyou:
February 15, 20206 yr One of my favorite things to do at the beach is walk along and stop and talk to people. (or as my wife puts it, bug people.) You can almost always find some common connection. I live by the old saying that a friend is just a stranger you haven`t met.
February 18, 20206 yr Sounds like you are hallucinating as a result of that bad food at Waffle House, just sayin'.:eyeonyou: Blasphemy
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