Stopping for a little breakfast...

... but this is not a little breakfast. As Linda and I were crossing Mississippi and Alabama, we thought we should stop and get a bite to eat. Out in the country, at an interchange that wasn't closely related to any town sat a gas station and one of the regional chain restaurants; I forget the name. We stopped in, took a booth, and looked at the menu. When asked if this selection came with eggs, the waitress answered, "Yes. They just throw them on the pile." With marketing like that, how could you not place the order?!