Cheesecake Factory
The lights are now on nightly at the ol’ Cheesecake Factory in Kettering. If you look closely among the construction, you can see the blue-collar laborers going in to work the third shift on the line. Behind the faces stained with grease, cream cheese, sweat and crumbled graham cracker sawdust, you can see the grit and determination that it takes to assemble quality American-made products. It’s a dangerous job and it requires courage to put on your hard hat every morning and kiss your family goodbye. Every year, thousands of noble souls perish as a result of vanilla bean related accidents. So the next time you hear the faint whistle that beckons these warriors to their work, pay tribute to their craftsmanship by asking your waitress about the dessert selection.
Filed under: Classic Away Messages
I hope you are reserving a date for Ben and I to join you at the Cheesecake Factory.
One would presume working there was a piece of cake.
You’re welcome to visit the Cheesecake Factory and your favorite brother any time, dear sister. This post is my first “classic away message” entry. By the way, John, let’s leave the stomach-turning puns to the professionals. Gene Shalit and I have that territory fully covered.
Gene Shalit? Ouch.