IHOP-PING

It started out in "spontaneity."

"Man... all I feel like doing is driving to Starbucks and drowning my face in mocha."

So off we headed on a midnight adventure to Wichita - forgetting our troubles, carefree, laughing, singing, smiling - ready for that wonderful, aromatic mixture of hot coffee and chocolate swirled to perfection with whipped cream, sprinkled cinnamon, and milk. Elysium, ambrosia, etc... if you know what I mean.

Life was good. Until...

Darkness. Upended chairs. Swept floors. Glaring merchants.

CLOSED AT MIDNIGHT smacked us in the face with its formidable intensity (especially when we saw our 12:09 a.m. clock)... we cried, we screamed, we frantically searched for somewhere else (anywhere else!) - Dillons, Krispy Kreme, Applebees, Hooters... we were getting desperate. Where, oh where was our coffee???

And then, the glowing lights of a friendly neon blue sign sliced through the dim fog of our disappointment - IHOP... and open!

Gratefully we climbed from our vehicle, yearning for the taste of coffee... and indulged in copious amounts of caffeine which we poured like water into our gaping mouths.

And then the realization hit...

We had just driven an hour and a half, and ended up at IHOP... a business that is located less than fifteen minutes away from Lindsborg in dear, close, non-Wichita, Salina.

Fools? Perhaps we are... Telling about it? Never, of course...