Well, years ago I went down <br />to MacDonald's in the Embarcadero <br />in SF for breakfast, <br />and I read the menu and felt hungry, <br />but didn't want to just give myself <br />to the huge, corporate Octopus, <br /> <br />so instead of ordering the Hotcakes <br />on the menu, I said <br />'I'll have an order of Flapjacks! ' <br /> <br />'Flapjacks? ' said the counter guy. <br />'We don't have Flapjacks! <br />We just have Hotcakes.' <br /> <br />'Well, I want Flapjacks, ' I said. <br />'Bring me Flapjacks, <br />or say goodbye <br />to my business. Maybe <br />I should talk <br />to the Manager.' <br /> <br />The Manager came out. <br />'May I help you, sir? ' <br />'Yes, I want Flapjacks! I was told <br />you only have Hotcakes. That's <br />not what I want.' <br /> <br />He flashed <br />a Manager's smile. <br />'One order of Flapjacks <br />coming up! ' he said.<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/02july3-hotcakes-and-flapjacks/
