So, the past couple days I’ve had a real craving for some pancakes. As luck would have it, in the annals of the night yesterday, I discover, from poking around http://www.ihop.com, that there’s a friendly local IHOP in my neighborhood. (I haven’t lived here very long. Still figuring out where the hell stuff is.)
So, I head out and walk about a half mile to IHOP.
It’s closed.
What in the fuckity fuck?
All Dopers know that every IHOP in the Universe is open 24/7. I go up to the joint to see if they have any hours posted. They don’t. Hrmmmm.
So this morning I still have a craving. I decide I’ll get pancakes for dinner after work. At work, I call the local IHOP in my neighborhood:
IHOPian: Flushing IHOP, how can I help you?
Friedo: Hey, how late are you open tonight?
IHOPian: We’ll be open until ten.
Friedo: Thanks
“Ten?” I think to myself. “No self respecting IHOP closes at ten. This must be the self loathing kind.”
Anyway, I get to work around 11:00, which means I don’t get out until around 7:30 or so. After a brief stop at home, I again make the half mile journey to the IHOP. I get there at 9:00 on the dot. I open the door, go in.
Different IHOPian: We closed now.
Me: I thought you were open until ten.
IHOPian: No, we closed now sir
Me: The guy on the phone said you were open until ten.
IHOPian: We closed now.
Well, see if I ever eat your narsty pancakes again, bitch. Fuckin IHOP ass-lickers.