Shoot. I just can't think of anything witty to say. I can just imagine the faces on the customers and staff, though.

Y'know, if you read fark or any of the other 'weird news' type of places online, you see a flurry of 'naked man' and 'naked woman' stories. I myself have only seen spontaneous public nudity twice, once when the chick playing Magenta in the floor show at Rocky Horror flashed her jugs at the audience, and once at a Metallica show when some dude pulled up his girlfriends top and skirt while the rest of the audience hooted and stomped. And one rather convoluted incident involving an abandoned-storefront-turned-art-studio on Rivington Street, where the toilet sat in the middle of the concrete floor. And that's not quite the same as dangly bits in the Waffle House.

I'm obviously hanging out in the wrong places

Mmmm.... waffles.

(I also once had a V.I.P. card to Super 8; they have the finest clientele.)

pancakes!

Remember that Waffle House we went to in Savannah, Pips? What a weird experience. First of all, the name "Savannah," conjures up images of Tara-style antebellum grandeur, right? Not so fast. This joint was next to a gas station and across from a trailer park. The waitress took forever to serve us because she was jib-jabbering with some father and daughter with a furby. The food was OK, as I recall. I ordered eggs, pips had waffles. I don't recall what the furby had.

I remember all those super 8's, like that truck stop in Brunswick with the chipped beef on toast in the coffee shop and lanterns and naked lady mudflaps for sale in the gift shop. And that place outside Baltimore with the annoying Floridian customer who the receptionist referred to as "Gator Bait." Good times, good times.

I had waffles? Dang... I wish I had your memory.

(Our furby's been asleep since we deactivated him for the move to Florida... in 1999! I wonder what he'd say first if we woke him up...?)

He'd say: Whew! I had this horrible nightmare that Geore W. Bush was elected president...

My wife saw a naked woman on the L train last week. She was wearing a sports bra, nothing else. At first she thought she'd been raped or something, but when she took the bra off, she realized something was really wrong. Sounded like it got handled in a decent way - no handcuffs/dragged off to jail.

And no, apparently she wasn't hot, but I choose to adjust that part of the story.

Once on a freezing night in the East Village I saw some old stewbum sitting in front of some bar with his pants half-down and his bare ass on the freezing sidewalk. The police gently (although I could tell they were holding back chuckles) entreated him to pull up his pants and move on. And this was a cold night. I fairly sure that after he left there were strips of bum-ass stuck to the concrete. But I imagine the pigeons took care of that.

bum-ass
nice bi-continental redundancy there.

nice bi-continental

keep your private life out of this. :)

shh - my wife doesn't know I'm gay (but only in other continents).

sadly, that continent is Antarctica. The penguins are nervous.

What can I say? I'm a sucker for a sharp-dressed bird.

Third-shift Waffle House land is a strange place.

Especially when one worked down the street from the topless bars and the alternative clubs.

If I could have gotten some sleep during those days it would have been cool.

On Sixth Street in Austin a few weekends ago, I saw a homeless fellow wearing only too-small thong underwear. All the collegiate men and women thought he was a hoot, but I thought he seemed rather sad and lonely.

I've also seen a few streakers. Men's tandem streaking was popular my freshman year in college, for some reason.