The assembly line (Taken with Instagram at Waffle House)
The halfway point (Taken with Instagram at Waffle House)
i admit i like the random way that tumblr works to link the world
… and I like that Hipstamatic black line border, too.
Like, for example, this is the Waffle House in Brinkley, Arkansas in the middle of the road between Memphis and Little Rock.
Yesterday when we got there a young guy was working the grill, late afternoon Sunday, waiting for the shift change and he was ready to go. His friends were waiting on him. He didn’t want to cook anything. We didn’t want to eat anything. Finally, I ordered coffee. One cup. His relief was palpable. but then the shift change came in and he left and the waitress was so apologetic that we had no food that she gave us free food.
Weird, I know.
Its a good place to meet, the waffle house in Brinkley. Dead center between Memphis and Little Rock. If you have to meet someone, you should meet there.
Late on Sunday afternoon is a good time to see the shift change.
