Another Depressing Pancake with Chocolate Sprinkles 11/05/2016 Every first Thursday of the month I have breakfast with a group from the VFW post at our local pancake place. The place smells moldy and it’s expensive. I’m not sure why we keep going there but we rather enjoy getting together and silently not reliving the dreadful memories we share. Aside from that we play games from the period such as “I Spy” and “Leg of Mutton”. What puzzles me about this place is the other patrons. None of them seems to be enjoying himself. These people are eating towers of pancakes covered in syrups, fruits, chocolates, even ice cream, but they have these grouchy faces and tend to mistreat the wait staff. I observe this sort of thing frequently about town and it always begs a couple questions: What possible accident might occur for these people to find joy in something and why are there so many people like this in breakfast restaurants? Neither satisfied nor cheerful, these clones slump dolefully in the royal blue booths. Was it not a special occasion that brought them to eat red velvet cake for breakfast? After cleaning their teeth with the check these grumps waddle out to their cars with bumper stickers that say things like, “Live, Laugh, Love”. The sight would surely depress their leader, Oprah Winfrey, who would agree none of her flock is doing any of these three things with the proper zeal. After last week when a couple Waffle Huts were robbed my old friends all asked some version of the question “what’s the world coming to?” Robberies aren’t confusing. A heroin addict needs money a couple days prior to payday, a single mother can’t afford a pedicure, or perhaps it’s a professional thief just punching the clock. What’s paradoxical is watching someone eat cheesecake at ten AM in total misery. Larry Thack has shaken the tennis ball off the end of his cane at some teenagers