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I drove for a couple of days up the valley, but not in any kind of hurry or anything. Have to go easy on this old beater volkswagen, and I got no time frame. Eventually I just turn into some old motel named "Wednesday's Inn" a little past Burloo, call it good enough and I've been hanging out there ever since. It's got electricity on all the time, and there's a gas station store across the street where I can get as much barbecue chips and maxwell house instant coffee as I want. And no ogres. Perfect.
There's like hardly anybody else but me staying here. Whenever I go to the check-in place to use the vending machines or whatever, the woman there is always wanting to chat. Sort of. She's got this table set up in the corner of the room by the window, and I kid you not, every time I go in, she is there making or eating a waffle. She's got a little cooker, a bowl of batter, and it's like she must be sitting there making and eating waffles all day and all night. And she always offers to share, which is great, because sure I like waffles. But it's like, whatever we talk about she somehow steers towards waffles. Really fast. It's amazing.
"I drove here from near Vernham," I tell her.
"Hm. Yeah, I went there one time. Had some good waffles."
"Gonna be cold again tomorrow?"
"Mmm, yeah, they say. But I'll make some hot waffles in here anyways, so drop on in."
"I got to get some parts for this old car, you know any good place around here for that?"
"Oh yeah, Pinder's, by the co-op. You know, his wife makes really, really good waffles."
You get the idea. And I try to talk about waffles with her, I do, but after a while I guess I just get a bit tired of it.