Drama at the Pancake Place

I won’t dwell on this long, just enough to get it out of my system; but we all know that takes an inventory/prayer/more prayer/and some more praying. I pray for those that I feel have wronged me, not because I wish them well and want good things to come their way, but for my own peace of mind. Funny how that  works for us sober folks.

I must thank Mr. Maturity for this awakening. Believe me, there was a younger Will that would have stormed off into the night after the first peep of any wrong doing in my circle (My circle includes my family, close friends, and of course “Muy”) only to make things much worse with vigilantly type anger and violence. I could actually feel my pulse rise as I typed that last sentence.

Anyway… Ihop decided that Dalton (my son) was infected with my genes therefore he should be fired. What a HUGE mistake Ihop. Dalton not only attracted new customers, he helped keep the regulars coming back.

It would have been so easy to waltz in the front door and walk straight up to that muth@^$#@^ (note to self: keep blog PG for Melinda) and punch his lights out. I actually owed him a couple of blows for direct wrong doings unto myself. My message to the youth of America… violence is a necessity for the world to balance. That doesn’t mean we have to be the aggressors. Therefore read this crap from an older wiser (LOL, right) American and refrain form violence. Bla…Bla…Bla…

Dear Ihop,

   I quit you! Not my son, but “I” the older Woody quits! Get it… not the young one, the older one. However I thank you for firing him (even though I feel responsible) to allow my very talented son get away from your hell-hole! I pray for you to have great success in out absence. I wish you all whipped butter and warm syrup.

Sincerely,

   Will Woody Jr.

 

PS> I prefer Old South Pancakes!!!