George & Wendy Show

On the art of waiting tables

Great wait staff are born -- "It’s an art, just like playing the cello."

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Vampire cats and intruder bats

Home time with creatures of the night.

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Notes on Hotlanta

Wendy, brielfy moored at home, gets a little commercial company -- not to mention headset-voice -- envy.

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‘No’ means ‘no,’ you little tyrant

It’s a busy season at the travel plaza, families are out in droves during the summer, forcing their bratty children upon the innocent public.

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Those annoying truck stop peacocks

We’ve been sleeping at truck stops this trip. Mostly because it’s been convenient and there are showers, but also because even in the wide open spaces of the Dakotas, no one wants to let a trucker park to sleep. Assfaces. A pox on them and their ugly children. Pulling into a crowded truck stop after dark is exactly the same thing as walking into a bar. You can immediately spot the girls who took three hours ...

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Geriatric infrastructure showing its age

I had to drive down my least favorite road today. It’s an old country two-lane, paved and repaired, with a strip of fresh asphalt lapping over old. It’s a bitch and a half to navigate, if you have both tires on the new pavement, you’re whacking weeds on the side of the road. If you ride with one tire on the old road and one on the new, you’re a mosquito hair from crossing center. ...

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Strange people at the travel plaza

If your own body odor makes you reflexively gag, you should probably bathe. With kryptonite.

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Defending truckers’ honor

I defended the honor of truckers in general the other day, so you people better be on your P‘s and Q‘s. I noticed a Facebook post that started, ‘I love truckers….’ so of course I read it. Unfortunately is was a sarcastic and poorly stated slur against all professional drivers, based on the actions of one idiot. And from what the guy posted about the incident, it sounds like it was caused by the four-wheeler. ...

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Mud flaps of death

The oldest and most recognized of doo-dads are mud flaps with silhouettes of reclining naked women in chrome on them.

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Going North to go West

“How bout’ it? Any drivers going West out there who can help a girl out with a ride?”

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