Friday.

Just flew in from Orlando.

Whew - are my arms tired. Ba-du-bum.

Orlando is an Indian word for - Place with many chain restaurants.

They are packed to the gills -every night. I don't get it!

I figured our lovely visitors from other countries had better taste. The ones who eat at small cafes in their village. Or prepare their meal on the floor of their huts.

Nope - they wait in torturous lines waiting for...Olive Garden and Carrabas and Fridays and Bennigans...Out the door.

Plus, the traffic to get to these places is unbelievable. A 6 mile drive turned into an hour. There are tolls every five feet at a buck a pop.

Mickey is a very rich man. He's very sneaky you know.

I am sure he owns these places. So he wants people to eat there so he stratigically places roadblocks and tolls and pays his flunkies to block traffic. People will be hungry - so they decided to pull over and eat. Maybe wait until the traffic dies down.

But it never does, you see? The people visiting think its rush hour. Its just a bad time of the day. This is everyday.

So - I have decided that I am moving to Orlando. I am going to franchise. Something that everyone knows. I will put it right on International Drive. I will pass out vibrating machines for the tons of people who are waiting for my prepackaged meals. I will charge them a small fortune and they will leave broke but happy.

I will be rich, rich I tell ya.

Muuuuaaaahhhaaaa!