Please visit the Manning, SC Waffle House in the middle of the night

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I am working on a Saturday because a data source we’re using in a software product had a field truncated - the field was lists of places at interstate exits that are open 24 hours.

When somebody in the chain moved this data into excel and then out, it truncated this text field to 255 characters. Well, that had to be fixed, and I had to take the new delivery and incorporate it into the processed data.

How many of the more than 10,000 records were affected by this? How many individual businesses were left out because of the mishandling of the data? Nobody knew, and nobody knew how to tell.

So I had to come in on Saturday to fix this. I have examined the data, and wrote something to incorporate it - taking a second to make a note if the new field length was greater than 255 characters for any record.

Here are the reults:

One record had a ‘services open 24 hours’ field greater than 255 characters.

One service at the end of that field had been truncated out of the previous data delivery because of the 255-character limit.

Please eat at the Waffle House in Manning, SC (I-95, exit 119) any hour of the damn night, and make my life worthwhile.

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Next chance I get, mmm-hmm. They got french-fried p’taters?

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As long as the waitress calls me “Sweetie” or the equivalent, I’m there.

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That information is not in my data; however, I’m pretty confident neither of you will be disappointed.

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No, they do not. But they have some fiiiiiiiine hash browns!

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I’ll have mine scattered, smothered, and covered. Thanks.

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Dude, it’s a Waffle House – it’s guaranteed that you’ll be called “Sweetie.” Unfortunately, it’s also guaranteed that the woman calling you this will be frighteningly unattractive. Also, there will be two flies hovering around your table.

–Cliffy

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Hey! In college I was a cook–er, I mean “grill operator”–at a Waffle House in Athens, GA. And make no mistake; you get at least THREE flies hovering or your meal is free.

Actually it was a pretty cool job. I worked graveyard, 9 p.m. to 7 a.m., I got to eat all I wanted, and I learned how to make drunken bikers stop fighting. And it was fun to finish a shift, go home, and sit on the front porch drinking beer and waving as my neighbors went to work.

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Nah, down here they serve ‘Grits’:eek:

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Since you said Please, if the opportunity presents itself, I will. :smiley:

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Here you can get both! And I had them for lunch Sunday. Mmmm, raisin toast and hash browns with onions and tomatoes for me (and I don’t remember the stupid terms)

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You can get both here too (and I actually prefer Hashbrowns - never have eaten ‘Grits’ - ewww). Grits seem to be preferred by Southerners. Anyone wanting hashbrowns is deemed a Yankee. :wink: