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Looks like someone forgot to read the instruction manual.

Train Fail

They have horns on those things, you know . . .

300

Yay for 300!!  


I'm not talking about the movie, either.  I'm talking about DHD (Dry Humor Daily).  Today is my 300th post!  Yipee!

Now...  Business.  I'm leaving Washington today to fly back home to good old Fort Worth, Texas.  I can honestly say, I've missed Texas.  But before I go, I'd like to share a few observations about Eastern Washington.

#1 - There are espresso shacks everywhere!  I would hate to see what would happen to these people if they all just shut down one day.  It would be like a real-life zombie apocalypse!

#2 - There are tons of mattress stores around here.  How in the heck do they all stay in business?!  Is everyone living in the northwest chronically tired or something?

#3 - Idahoans are the butt ends of a lot of jokes around here.  I haven't yet gotten a good explanation as to why.

#4 - It is May and the temperature can still be in the 30's in the mornings.  What . . . the . . . heck.  The overnight lows in Fort Worth are higher than the all-day highs up here in Spokane.  Why does anyone inhabit this part of the country?  Cold = No Bueno.

#5 - There is no plural form of the word "highway" here.  Why?  Because there's only one.  That's it.

In spite of the cold weather and over-abundant mattress outlets, I'd live here.  It's a nice town, Spokane, WA.  (You wouldn't catch me in Idaho too much, though, that's for sure, lol.)

Idaho

We drove over to Idaho today after work.  Do you want to know what I brought back from that trip?  A freaking parking ticket.  We stopped in Coeur d'Alene to see the famous lake and boardwalk.  So we parked in what seemed like the "this-is-where-you-park-when-you-just-want-to-see-the-famous-lake-and-boardwalk" parking lot.

WRONG!!!


After a brief, 15 minute walk halfway down the boardwalk and back, there was a tiny green envelope on the windshield with a $20 parking ticket inside.  What a freaking joke.

No wonder no one lives in Idaho . . .

Continental

Let's talk about hotels for a minute.  I like the hotel our company holed us up in.  The bed is huge.  The TV is nice (although I haven't turned it on yet and probably won't . . . it's still nice).  The room is quite spacious and has  all of the necessities, including mini-fridge and microwave.  Pretty sweet pad . . .

BUT . . .


What in the world is it about hotel continental breakfast that they just can't seem to get real eggs?  Why do they always used powdered eggs?  Or worse, powdered-egg-substitute!  I don't get it!

They have real yogurt, real oatmeal, real sausage, real bagels, real coffee, real etcetera.  But the eggs aren't?  Why?  Are they expensive?  No.  Are they difficult to prepare?  No (at least, probably not more so than the powdered ones).  Powdered eggs are an abomination to jentation!  They have about as much nutrition as they have taste: none.  It's as if the only deciding factor in choosing to go with powdered eggs is that they're yellow.  I mean come on!  I don't think a starving dog would eat them.

I wish I had every hotel's attention when I say: get some real eggs!  Quit being cheap.  Continental breakfast should be a perk, not a universal disappointment.

(I'm done ranting, now.  I'm gonna go eat some universal disappointments.)