#waffle guy

Waffles and pussy. What else is there?

There's this guy at my college who I affectionately refer to as "Waffle Guy."  We've never met, but we have an interesting history.  When I was first visiting my college after being enrolled, it was for freshman registration for classes.  People from all over the country were there, and we were all excited to be registering for classes, and for our lives to finally begin.  My mom and I had flown up, and were staying in a hotel.  It was the closest hotel to the college so many of my future classmates were staying there as well.  The morning of registration, my mom and I went to the continental breakfast the hotel offered.  I poured a waffle and sat down, not wanting to awkwardly stand there waiting for it.  Note that it has a giant timer on the top counting down the time.  So my mom and I were sitting there, making comments about the various people in the dining area, and talking about who of the people there would be in my future classes.  Suddenly, "Waffle Guy" walked into the area with his mom, and a mysterious girl.  While my mom and I were trying to figure out if the girl and he were siblings or lovers, he walks over to the waffle maker, and OPENS IT WHILE IT WAS COOKING.  Apparently he's not very observant.  So ever since that day, he's been known to me as "Waffle Guy."  And of course, I see him wherever I go.  I have no clue what his name is, but if I ever actually meet him, I'm never going to call him anything else but "Waffle Guy."