…or in this case, Breakfast and a show.
Ah, Christmas morning at the Waffle House can be entertaining.
Who am I kidding, The Waffle House can be entertaining any time.
Christmas Day is the busiest day of the year for Waffle House. This Christmas morning, as usual, while every one at home was still abed, I slipped out, went for my walk, and hit the WH for my usual breakfast of one and and one piece of toast, and did the crossword.
I wasn’t alone.
There was a Christmas family gift exchange going on.
An entire family was there, Grandma, Grandpa, Mom, Dad, the kids, the sons-in-law, and all the grandbabies. They were exchanging GAG gifts. Yucking it UP, taking pictures, taking UP four booths, having a Big Ass White Trash Family Christmas right there in the Waffle House. It was heavy on the gag, BTW. All the Alabama fans got LSU crap. A couple of Justin Bieber CDs were involved, reindeer antlers for the car, and more, much, much more.
Self-made sleeveless Ts were the uniform de jour. It was all I could do to tell them they could buy them that way. I mean, really you don’t have to cut the sleeves off any longer!!
And they were noisy.
I could hardly think to do the crossword.
And the “waitri” (that’s the plural of waitress, I looked made it UP.) wouldn’t let me take pictures!!
Well, there is a tree there. And apparently, the trailer was too small. And they did tip.







