In college we had a Waffle House that we frequented and the "W" was missing so we referred to it as the Affle House. Get it? Yeah, we were creative and cool like that and all. Anyhoo, the Waffle House is the epitome of paradise to me. It embraces people from all walks of life. It has no borders or boundries...it is always availble and open. There are no rules. It loves me just the way I am.
While we were there we befriended a truck driver in his late 50's that was recently divorced and having a hard time with the holidays so he was spending them on the road. It made us realize what we had and to not take it for granted.
We met some college students scraping together enough car change for a breakfast meal to split....they made us smile and took me back to the end of the semester when I could sell back my textbooks -- HEAVENLY!
We also chatted with a dressed-up elderly couple who got all fancied up to go to his work Christmas party to only realize IT WAS TOMORROW night. So they were both sitting on the same side of the booth holding hands and going with the flow.... they made ET and I realize life is all about the journey.
So yes, my idea of heaven is all about diversity, a jukebox, and some good eggs over easy. And acceptance. I just big pink fuzzy heart with glitter love me some acceptance. Merry Christmas from the Waffle House! Burp.