#waffle hell

Okay so I was told this should happen, so here's my series called Stories From My Mom's Waffle House. Waffle House is an American food chain and it's iconic. You want stories my mom tells me, and I deliver.

Actually I'm in this story so yay!

So, one of the most early stories I recall was when this one dude who went by Q (not his real name, I can't spell his real name) had his whole birthday thing. So me and my mom go to the Dollar Tree, and we're standing there being judged by this lady for buying Frozen balloons. See there was this running thing at Waffle House, where they'd play Let It Go if they wanted people to get out. There's actual speakers, and let me tell you those things are loud because once I requested fifteen Fall Out Boy songs on that thing and they played until the end of the cook's shift apparently.

But back to Let It Go

So me and my mom take the balloons to Waffle House and give them to this dude. It's real funny.

And I was allowed into the back part of the Waffle House where all the workers keep their stuff. Except that day they had cake and I got cake.

Now what I want you to imagine is your sterotpical Waffle House worker:

-probably bisexual (my mom is straight and Christian but hey she has bi friends apparently so she's not homophobic which is an important thing for that job)

-probably overweight by at least 200+ pounds (my mom isn't over weight and just to let you know she's not a typical waho worker)

-probably has a temper of some sort

-drinks a lot of coffee

-is so done with work

Yeah imagine all that. Eating cake, while I nervously stand there and eat the frosting off my cake.

It's some what intimidating