Waffle House Rocks

 

(I'm surprised how good the food tastes.)

Last night, I watched Nancy Grace on Fox News. She talked about the murders in Idaho. The police have arrested a guy named Bryan Kohberger for this horrendous crime. Bryan was a student at Washington State University studying for his Ph.D. in criminology. The suspect’s family is begging the public not to jump the gun. They claim that Mr. Kohberger is a good guy who was falsely arrested. Whoever committed this deed is obviously a serial killer. Bryan looks like a normal guy. But who knows what kind of demons are lurking in his head.

I went to bed at one a.m. I was out as soon as my head rested on the pillow. There’s something about this Texas air which hits me like a brick. I find that I’m much more tired over here than I am in Korea. Anyway, I woke up at 9 a.m. and walked to the bathroom. After that, I read the headlines on my smartphone while taking a shit. A group of Russian refugees is now living at the airport in Incheon. They are young men fleeing their homeland in order to avoid combat in Ukraine. I think that Vladimir Putin is a son of a bitch. But with that said, President Zelenskyy isn’t much better. In fact, he reminds me of a corrupt little gangster. I’ll never forget when he addressed the U.S. Congress wearing a sweat suit and begging for money. It really rubbed me the wrong way.

I went into the kitchen and made myself a cup of Joe. My mother was sitting at the granite counter drinking French vanilla coffee.

She said, “Is Rice-Boy Larry still sleeping?”

I said, “No. He’s playing his computer games.”

“Is he having a good time in America?”

I shrugged. “I think so. But we haven’t really spoken about it.”

She shook her head. “He doesn’t talk much, does he?”

I sighed heavily. “That boy is more soft spoken than Gary Cooper. It worries me. I fear that he might be retarded.”

She laughed out loud. “Don’t say that.”

“Not his IQ. I’m talking more about his social skills. He’s too shy.”

“Does he have friends?”

“Tons.”

She smiled. “Well, there you go. It’s good for a teenager to have buddies.”

I changed the subject. “So what are we doing today?”

“I was going to bring you for fish and chips.”

“Fish and chips in west Texas?”

She nodded. “There’s an English couple who bought an old horse farm and turned it into a restaurant.”

I frowned. “I hate the English.”

“Lots of people hate the English. But the food is very good. They put vinegar on the fish and serve it in newspaper. It reminds me of my childhood in Glasgow.”

“Fine. Fish and chips it is.”

We took Nurse Ken’s car. My oldest son recently bought a used Lexus. It’s a beautiful automobile, but his monthly nut is 450 bucks. That seems kind of pricy for a college student. To his credit, he took an extra shift at his job in order to meet his obligations. However, he’ll have to cut down to twenty hours a week when he goes back to school. Nurse Ken currently makes 16 dollars an hour making pizzas and working the cash register.

It turns out that the restaurant was closed due to renovations. It’s now only open on the weekends until all the new construction is finished. So we went to Waffle House instead. I had the two-egg breakfast with double the hashbrowns. You can get extra hashbrowns for only 50 cents. It was delicious. Waffle House rocks.