serendipidity

some say if chance smiles on you, then that means it's just finished frowning..(or at least i say that) but anyway, when an unexpected snowstorm lands you in a place forgotten by everything but the weather, when you are sharing meals with truck drivers in saloppettes (what do you call them in english?) which are unbuttoned before they even start eating, when all you want to do is have a gin'n'tonic to soothe your nerves and unrattle your spirits but all you get is a rusty vending machine selling coke, and incidentally, diet coke, it makes you wonder if chance has taken a sudden damper on things and decided it didn't like you. and so be it.
...and it snows like there's no tomorrow but when tomorrow comes it's as if it never snowed...
and in tomorrow you're landed in a historic cafe brimming with amesh and alien people like us drowning amidst mountains of mashed potatoes barrels of coke (with free refills) oceans of free fried food (here here move your bowl so i can put some more) and when the menu itself tells you that dessert can only be taken away or else you die from stuffedness and self-stuffing-ation then you know that Chance is choking on its laughter. and then you hear in a twisted huffing accent "hhhhot rowwwl" and yes the little man has just flung a piece of smouldering buttery bread in your lap and he flings and he huffs and he flings over the red the blue and the white. and you are in a circus of food of all shapes and huge sizes and yes you have quantum-leaped into deep-dishy-america of the 40's with all the coarse unabashed homeliness you only see on tv classics nowadays.
and YOU LOVE IT!
cheers to snow, friendly waitresses, and the good ole' american spirit