Thursday, May 1, 2008

Econo moment


I lie in bed at the Econolodge (catching up on my M&M reading). The truckers and cars whiz by on the 1-40 below, at a rate of about 1 per second. They are loud, a roar. I don't know how I slept, but I did, soundly.

Through the whooshing sounds I hear a lady's voice: "Amber! Amber!" Is that what she's saying? She calls again. "Dancer! DANCER!" I can't tell.

Has she lost a cat or a dog? Not a kid I hope. Woosh. Wooosh.

Bad place to lose a dog.

Also below the Wafflehouse, with its promise of pecan waffles and maple syrup. With strawberries on top. I watched the yellow Wafflehouse signs go by at a rate of one per half hour or so yesterday, my taste for a pecan waffle growing with every sighting. Marketing. It works, bitches.

Mark's done in the shower. Amber, Dancer, Panther -- has either been found or given up on. The lady with the deep smoker's voice has stopped her yelling. The trucks and cars never stop. Whoosh.

3 comments:

freda said...

glad you were able to sleep through all of that, though the trucks are not as bad as other guests, with their lost pets/kids, after a while the trucks sound kind of like waves on a beach.

Rita said...

Good to hear from the driver - being "cute, smart, and funny".

Keep up the good work.

Jim Thomsen said...

I lost my Waffle House virginity only last fall. The food was gloriously greasy; the interior ingloriously nasty. Nothing but gimme caps, wife-beaters and squalling fat kids to be seen in all directions. I loved it.