Overwhelming the country mouse....

Ahhh. The city and the country mouse fable. One of my absolute favorites. I know that behind the story there is a deep rooted meaning of living a simple vs complex life and how by doing this the country mouse never wanted for anything and kept himself out of trouble. The city mouse...not so  much. Whatever, I get it. I'm part of the problem...I'm okay with it. When I was little I remember  thinking how bored that country mouse must be. Quick pause for capitalistic society upbringing recognition and thanks. I feel like we're working on it, kind of.  Ok..back to the real issue. I had a friend come and visit me this past weekend. He lives in and is from a VERY small town. My version of  a country mouse. He has traveled to larger cities prior. This was not his first outing...Thank you Jesus.  However, he was still surprised by what he saw. I do not live in a big city. It is located close to a biggish city. In my opinion it is rather small in comparison to I don't know...Boston (a big city in my head.)  Here is what made me laugh about the visit. At dinner I ordered a large margarita (not driving.) Apparently, margaritas are smaller in the country. Well here..in the city, we have small, medium, large and jumbo. The jumbo is a BIG one..2 hander. Another question. At the movies. Him: You guys have laser tag inside of your movie theatre? I was walking out and I did glance over at the Laser Tag sign that apparently I had never noticed before? Amazing what little things we take for granted. Me: Umm, I guess we do. I don't really "play" laser tag often. Why, you guys don't? Followed by a strange look. Ok, not super funny. I'm getting there give me a second. Another thing. Getting a pumpkin latte at Starbucks which is conveniently located inside my local Target (pronounced Tarjay...in my head, french and all :) ) Me: You guy's don't have a Starbucks in your Target? Him: We don't have a Target....Oh...Oh... The thing that impressed the  country mouse beyond belief turns out to be our local Waffle House. Goes like this. Him: Oh My God...What is that? That's your guy's Waffle House? Me: Uhh..Yeah, sure is.  Him: Wow, that's amazing!!! It's ridiculous. Where do the truck driver's park? Me: I'm not really sure? I don't think they go to that one. Him: Our Waffle House is like the size of a shoe box. Me: Are you serious right now? Out of all the things you have seen, the Waffle House is what makes you lose your shit?  Really??  Him: It's so new and shiny...and it's not gross like ours is at home. Me: Yeah...I wouldn't know, I don't eat there..If I'm feeling at all like waffles I would rather just skip it and do crepes, so much better overall.  Followed by the most bewildered look of sadness in his eyes that basically stated "I feel so sorry for that insanely beautiful Waffle House that you are to snobby to eat at here in the city look." Him: Can we stop and go in and take pictures? Me: No, we're not doing that. I'm sure there's some on the google...perhaps?

PS...In my defense, it was pouring down rain and I think that the Waffle House employees might have called the police if someone just walked in looking amazed and started taking random shots of the employees and the booths. Yes, he was also shocked that there were more than 2 employees working there at one time. I know...I know, I should of let him stop and do it. I will next time...Fine :)