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One more, then I'll shut up

I promise this will be the last IHOP-related blog entry on my site.

But I couldn't resist. I Googled "boycott IHOP." And got the following:
Results 1 - 10 of about 55,200 for boycott IHOP

Reading down the first few, I discovered the following:

Two lesbians were kicked out of an IHOP in Kansas City for giving each other a kiss in the restaurant.

An IHOP in Massachusetts required photo ID from one customer before they would SEAT him. (On a comment page related to this, one person wrote, "I'm surprised they are still in business. Perhaps customers should boycott IHOP for treating them like criminals.")

Someone on a MySpace page revealed a shocking discovery: "IHOP no longer serves waffles. I don't know if this is just the case with the one in Harvard Square, or with IHOPs everywhere. Nevertheless, this is bullshit and I won't stand for it. You're the International House Of Pancakes. Waffles are the tried and true brother of pancakes, standing side by side for countless years... and you've seen fit to sully that. I hate you and I wish you were dead."

OK. So I'm not alone in my disgust and hatred. I feel much better now.

Comments

Brianne said…
I've never gotten good service at IHOP.

Bastards.

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