I am allowed to eat at Waffle House because all the criminals in town are allowed to eat at Waffle House. If the fry cook murders his ex-wife in booth #3, run. Charleen puts ketchup on her scambled eggs and a little bit in her grits. This is called the Chaos Theory. Ketchup in grits means you were educated at a truck stop. Simple rules, applied repeatedly, can lead to seemingly random behavior. I worry about that word. Random. I would be surprised if there is anything Random in the universe at all. Then. Complex structures begin to look like they are highly ordered even as Andromeda rushes forward (is there a forward in space as there is no center) toward the Milky Way, and earth would not even notice the collision because the distances are too great. The distance between Earth and Jupiter is the equivalent of the distance between an electron and a proton. We will all become one big galaxy or we will just past right through one another like a slipknot undone. Waffle House should be a spaceship. Dylithium Crystals would smoke a lot of sausage. There is no rest for the chaos theory. It is a very busy Big Girl. It is now everywhere. It attends parties it was not invited to. Certain death.