My Local Hardee's

AceDesSpades

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I like to get my breakfast there. Love those sausage&egg biscuits with Slingblade intensity.

There's a group of old men that sits in the back (the front window) and shoots the breeze in the morning, coveralls and ball caps, the rural type. I see new faces all the time, they come and go, or do they? they could be any old men in any rural American town. I'd join them, sit and listen, and I have, but I'm in town so rarely.

Weather. Crops. Life. The church, it's way-going, Norman Rockwell, as they say. Small town American charm.

You could do it in the city, you have so many people close together, but ironically, it seems, the closer people get to each other, the less they want to have to do with each other and the bigger their privacy zone grows.

So, this being a new century and all that everything is up to date in Kansas City..., this place is my version of the local Hardee's. (The beauty is it's expected that I'm probably in my underwear.) So, in light of the newest troll gambit, I come here NOT to talk to myself and troll myself and have conversations with myself. I would not have to log on to do that. It's me and Bambi out here right now and Bambi's in rut and starting to act as mean as a, well, durn it..., I have to say it..., as mean as a

Democrat
 
I have no issue having conversations locally with strangers or friends. Nobody is mean or afraid to engage. Sometimes it's at the local Starbucks and a guy named Larry. Other times it's at the golf club with random Interlopers between 9's.

Maybe it's not them.....
 
Growing up, there was the Biergarten and as long as it looked like you were with family, no one cared about your age. The times they do change.

Like men in a woman's dressing room.

These are the Days of Our Lives...
 
I spent a few nights in Davis CA back in the very early aughts, and ate breakfast in a local Mom-n-Pop joint. Same waitress each morning, same guys at the same table. They doted on her and were very familiar - like family after a fashion. It was a pleasant atmosphere.


I had opportunity to do similarly, one morning only, in Fort Jefferson NY. Arrived quite early and got lucking hunting down a restaurant. Same as above, just what I was looking for. I was ahead of the old guys, however. They were arriving as I was leaving, and I was on a mission and couldn't stick around. I'm glad I found it.


Over time, I have noticed restaurants like this, no matter which meal. Folks frequent the place and get to know one another. It's a nice social construct.


Around here, less so . . . .
 
My man says the big city folk like to isolate while he isolates himself in the boonies. He's an enigma wrapped in a riddle 🙀

aj is “an enigma wrapped in a riddle” that is soooo NOT worth contemplating…

aj is worth a *glance* an *eyeroll* and a *shrug*.

And that ^ may be too much consideration.

😑
 
I've visited dozens of these small-town cafes and restaurants while traveling around the western states. ADS is right, they are great places to visit and talk to local people. I find them interesting and there's usually artwork, pictures, or local memorabilia on the walls that reflect the town’s history or unique character. They are gathering places where you'll find local regulars, retired individuals, farmers, ranchers, and small business owners, who gather for coffee and conversation. The other thing one might notice is how grateful they are to have your business.
 
There are 3 coffeehouses and 2 restaurants downtown where I’ve noticed old folks gathering in the morning, just like your Hardee’s but with better food and better coffee. And yes, it’s a blue city.

Old folks gathering isn’t just a rural thing.
 
... It's me and Bambi out here right now and Bambi's in rut and starting to act as mean as a, well, durn it..., I have to say it..., as mean as a

Democrat
I'm genuinely surprised they gave you another service dog, especially after what you did to that old service dog you had last winter.

Walmart was closed for two fucking days due to the hard freeze, and AJ the Doomsday Prepper couldn't reach his cache of Dinty Moore beef stew in the shed out back on his hover-round, so he opted to kill and eat poor Thumper
 
I spent a few nights in Davis CA back in the very early aughts, and ate breakfast in a local Mom-n-Pop joint. Same waitress each morning, same guys at the same table. They doted on her and were very familiar - like family after a fashion. It was a pleasant atmosphere.


I had opportunity to do similarly, one morning only, in Fort Jefferson NY. Arrived quite early and got lucking hunting down a restaurant. Same as above, just what I was looking for. I was ahead of the old guys, however. They were arriving as I was leaving, and I was on a mission and couldn't stick around. I'm glad I found it.


Over time, I have noticed restaurants like this, no matter which meal. Folks frequent the place and get to know one another. It's a nice social construct.


Around here, less so . . . .

I always ate on the job, saved a LOT of money.
 
I always ate on the job, saved a LOT of money.


Sometimes when we were really busy, going out to lunch made a lot of sense. It was a break from looking at the job (and the assholes who happened to be there) and it was a bit of a social thing. If my work was going okay - it usually was - I took an hour, sometimes a bit more. As long as no one said anything. On slow jobs, I took my lunch and pocketed the difference.
 
I like to get my breakfast there. Love those sausage&egg biscuits with Slingblade intensity.

There's a group of old men that sits in the back (the front window) and shoots the breeze in the morning, coveralls and ball caps, the rural type. I see new faces all the time, they come and go, or do they? they could be any old men in any rural American town. I'd join them, sit and listen, and I have, but I'm in town so rarely.

Weather. Crops. Life. The church, it's way-going, Norman Rockwell, as they say. Small town American charm.

You could do it in the city, you have so many people close together, but ironically, it seems, the closer people get to each other, the less they want to have to do with each other and the bigger their privacy zone grows.

So, this being a new century and all that everything is up to date in Kansas City..., this place is my version of the local Hardee's. (The beauty is it's expected that I'm probably in my underwear.) So, in light of the newest troll gambit, I come here NOT to talk to myself and troll myself and have conversations with myself. I would not have to log on to do that. It's me and Bambi out here right now and Bambi's in rut and starting to act as mean as a, well, durn it..., I have to say it..., as mean as a

Democrat
Did you use the same debit card you used when you said it got declined at the pump before you even got to the gas station?

You're so full of shit yourself, AJ
 
I spent a few nights in Davis CA back in the very early aughts, and ate breakfast in a local Mom-n-Pop joint. Same waitress each morning, same guys at the same table. They doted on her and were very familiar - like family after a fashion. It was a pleasant atmosphere.


I had opportunity to do similarly, one morning only, in Fort Jefferson NY. Arrived quite early and got lucking hunting down a restaurant. Same as above, just what I was looking for. I was ahead of the old guys, however. They were arriving as I was leaving, and I was on a mission and couldn't stick around. I'm glad I found it.


Over time, I have noticed restaurants like this, no matter which meal. Folks frequent the place and get to know one another. It's a nice social construct.


Around here, less so . . . .
My old karate buddy had a niche at Denny's where he'd hang every morning before heading out with his five-gallon bucket of white paint...

One day "Killer" asked him to pass the salt.
"What's the magic word?"

NOW DAMNIT!


We got a lot of looks. She got the salt. Nobody fucked with That Girl. She was mean. We were all Democrats...,

but not that much!
 
I used that one at a family gathering/dinner once. There wasn't much whimpering.


They preferred it to my Boarding House Reach.


There were a couple of dishes served at Xmas which I miss. I'll be cooking one of those for T-giving.


That'll make me fucking thankful. I mean, more than usual.
 
We were not allowed to invite friends. Hadda be family, blood or marriage.


I quit going.


My family has always been the one I chose . . .


Brother . . . .
 
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