I am at the Original Pancake House. When I first walked in I was greeted by the host. He was really nice and asked me a lot of questions. Being alone to eat somewhere people get curious. It could be a woman thing too. Probably,who knows. Anyway, I don’t know how original this pancake house is since it is in a shopping mall but I wanted pancakes and this is where I ended up.
I wanted to order the mandarin creeps but instead got a small plate with three small buttermilk pancakes two strips of bacon and scrambled eggs. It was the cheapest meal I could find.
My waiters name is Olivio. I like that. He checks on me entirely too much. I hate that as a waiter. When you have nothing to do but refill coffee five times.
I am reading Water for Elephants. It is a fictional story about a traveling circus during the prohibition. Which is pretty much an alter ego or past life I connect with. Something about always going. Never stopping. Always new. Always wonder.
The main character is a young vet. He has to shoot a performance horse with an infection. The horses name is Silver Star. I’m trying not to cry all over my eggs. Sitting by self lookin all sad and lonesome.