Last week while I was in Florida I visited an American institution, Waffle House. It’s one of my favorite chains and one I can only really visit if I’m in the southern part of the country. I love the waffles but the other thing that keeps me coming back is the ambiance. Like most 24-hour restaurants, the patrons (and staff) are pretty interesting.
While I was eating my waffle-dinner, a man came into the restaurant to order some food to go. After he ordered, the waitress walked over to waffle station to put in his order. She asked, “You want the waffle on the lighter side or the darker side?”
Then he responded, “I dunno, it’s for my wife.”
The waitress acknowledged what that meant. I suppose she’s heard enough wishy-washy customers that she just makes a call. I would assume the default is “on the lighter side” since no one wants a burnt waffle. Then the customer started muttering some things in a pretty serious tone. First, “I guess on the darker side.” Weird assumption given my assumption on the matter. Then he showed me how weird he could be, “She’s actually on the darker side…she’s evil.”
Wrong place, wrong time to start letting the marriage insecurities come out. Maybe he should try relationship counseling instead of Waffle House. Then again, those are good waffles.
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