@matthewbonadies@GAFollowers Say that to the parents of kids going to the Dunwoody gymnastics program that the vice president of Flock was recently caught tapping into.
Thought this was cool and thought Odyssey was bad
So i whipped up a site documenting this gap in rating for every movie from 2019 - present.
You can check it out out at https://t.co/tsM9h5Ev6b
Drake Baldwin is the youngest MLB player in the modern era (since 1900) with 5+ hits and 2+ HR in a single game while appearing as a catcher (25 years, 113 days).
I left Alabama. I am in Georgia now.
At 3 a.m. I saw a yellow sign glowing beside the highway.
Waffle House.
I went in. The parking lot was full. At 3 a.m.
I asked the waitress when they close.
She looked at me the way you look at a child who has asked when gravity ends.
She said, "We don't close, baby."
Two things happened in that sentence.
One: I learned Waffle House has never closed. Not at night. Not on Christmas. Not during hurricanes.
Two: she called me "baby."
I am a grown man. I have a mortgage. It repaired something in me I did not know was broken.
I ordered hash browns.
She said, "Scattered, smothered, covered, chunked, diced, peppered, capped, or topped?"
I did not understand a single word in that sentence.
I said, "Yes."
She nodded and wrote it down. Apparently that was a correct answer.
Then I learned something, and I need you to know I did not invent this.
The United States government measures the strength of hurricanes by whether the Waffle House is open.
Open: the storm is fine.
Limited menu: the storm is serious.
Closed: evacuate. It is over.
This is called the Waffle House Index. FEMA uses it. FEMA. The disaster agency.
Japan built earthquake satellites. America watches a diner.
Both systems work.
At 3 a.m., the Waffle House contained: two truck drivers. A nurse still in scrubs. Four teenagers in prom clothes. One man who had clearly made several mistakes that evening. And one Japanese man with a notebook.
Nobody asked anybody why they were there.
At Waffle House, being there is the answer.
Then a man at the counter noticed my Alabama shirt. It was a gift. Long story.
He did not speak. He pointed at the shirt and shook his head slowly, the way you correct someone in church.
Then he said, quietly: "Go Dawgs."
I panicked and used the only word I own.
"Roll Tide."
Every fork in the building stopped.
The cook looked up from the eggs.
The waitress said, "Baby, no."
I understand now. Every state here has its own word. My word is from one state ago.
The man bought my waffle anyway.
He said, and I am quoting him exactly: "You didn't know. Bless your heart."
I have been told that phrase has two meanings.
I believe I received the gentle one.
I believe.
In Alabama a man said "Roll Tide" to me as a greeting.
Later that same day, the same man said "Roll Tide" as a goodbye.
I asked a woman at the store what it means.
She said, "Roll Tide."
I asked what it means.
She said, "It means Roll Tide, sugar."
So I began collecting evidence. I kept a list. I am not embarrassed about the list.
I have now heard "Roll Tide" used as: hello. Goodbye. Thank you. I am sorry. Congratulations. That is unfortunate. I agree. I disagree. And once, in a hardware store, as a complete set of instructions for installing a ceiling fan.
I heard it said at a funeral.
It was appropriate. It was the most appropriate thing anyone said that day.
I began using it. Carefully at first, the way a man handles a borrowed sword.
I said it to a cashier. She said it back.
I said it to a police officer who had stopped me for a broken taillight.
He looked at me for a long moment. He looked at my face. He looked at my taillight.
Then he said it back, and nodded once, and did not write the ticket.
I wish to be extremely clear that I am not claiming those two events are related.
I am also not claiming they are unrelated.
A man at a gas station heard my accent and asked where I was from. I told him Japan.
He said, "Roll Tide."
He meant welcome. I knew he meant welcome. There was no ambiguity at all.
I have been in Alabama eleven days.
I have one word.
It has been enough for everything.
I have started saying it in other states.
It does not work in other states.
I said it in a warehouse store in Oregon. One man turned around.
He was from Alabama. He said it back. We did not speak after that. We did not have to.
I say it anyway.