On my drive home the other night I saw something that struck me as quite amusing. I don't want to say that I was in a "ghetto" part of down because that word is overused, and quite frankly, not quite true in this situation. I'd say semi-ghetto, but that goes back to the overuse thing. The description "dilapidated" paints the picture nicely - I think.
Anyway. Driving home through said dilapidated area and happen to pass by a Home Depot. It being night time and dark the letters were all illuminated except for the "me" of Home. Thus the store read brightly "Ho Depot".
I laughed.
I wished I had my camera.
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2 pts for using dilapidated.
I should show you the sign that rests outside this "restaurant" (it's really just a converted house) in a sleepy little hamlet near my parents house. It reads "Ho-made Pies". One might be inclined to make assumptions as to the proprietor's ethnicity.
Don't.
For you see, this establishment is ruled by "mom". "Mom" is not the cashier or waitress, but rather the cook. She's approximately 80 or so (just a little older than the one waitress on hand) and she rules over her large Army-sized/styled cookware with an iron ladle and latex glove.
There are no menus, so if "mom" doesn't feel like making it, you aren't getting it. Come hungry for this down-home cookin' - the pancakes are as large as your midsection.
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