Toast This!

Okay, I just purchased my premium toaster - the Waring Pro 2 Slice toaster. I hope it's worth the $71 I paid for it. However, I couldn't force myself to purchase a $10 toaster. I actually someone comment on a toaster on Amazon; what was amazing was that they placed a $10 toaster on their wedding registry and 5 months later they purchased another toaster. I see it this way - my wife won't have to worry about having these things on our registry because I already own some cool stuff - Wusthof Trident knives, a nice Cuisine Art blender, Cuisine Art ice cream maker, a nice stainless trashcan from SimpleHuman. Now, my toaster will do fine in its new home. Geez, I'm personifying a toaster.

Now, this brings up a good point. This past weekend I spent one fabulous night in the Music Country Inn located on the western side of Nashville; the going rate a measley $30. A quick calculation in the old brain says that my toaster is worth two nights at this place. Let's just say it was a nice and sketchy. Why? Let's see, when I get there three cops cars have pulled over a car in front of the hotel. I know, I know, you're thinking that's where the cops pulled someone over. However, when I get up and leave, I see flashing lights again and ummm it was different car. After I left the hotel, I made my to Waffle House where it took me 20 minutes to get a waffle. Let's just say I shared breakfast with some sketchy company. Oh goodness, the foul language would have made a sailor blush. I'm not sure if I was scared of the lady that moved as fast a slug or the lady that didn't have access to ring people out. Oh, there's the cook who was berating this woman in front of everyone. I was sitting at the counter so I can't forget the two gentlemen that I think were stone or drunk and stoned. They were nice enough to share their conversation with me as they tried to pick up two thirtysomething women sitting on my other side. Here's the best line when the guys told to the older woman once they found out here age. "Honey, you're like a fine wine." The lady calmly asked how he knew. The best was once she said she had kids. Let's just say the conversation just kinda petered out.

Well after breakfast, I was looking forward to my run with the Nashville Striders. I had a great time. The runners weren't that fast, but at least I got a chance to see the course. Hopefully, during the real marathon I won't stop in Shelby Park's porta john and drop a deuce. Oh, geez, I would lose a couple of minutes.

Finally, to end my journey, I will say that a nice African woman tried to pick me up - almost literally. I think I was turned off when she rolled her eyes over my body to see what I was wearing (Diesel outfit) and then asked in this husky voice that came out of her nearly toothless mouth, "Hey, you gotta a woman!?!" I wasn't sure how to respond. So, I just kinda smiled and went inside the gas station and bought a candy bar. (Note, this gas station was in relative proximity to the Waffle House.)