Sunday morning at the Waffle House

Yes, I eat at the Waffle House.

On Sunday morning,my wife an I were sharing the All-Star special with 3 eggs sunny side up, hash browns, raisin toast, bacon, and a pecan waffle. Someone over paid the juke box for a country song. Five cooks worked the line. The Waffle House equivalent of a Walmart greeter controlled the wait line and wiped down tables.

Just as I'm praising the eggs and toast, a man and a woman take the booth behind me. I can't see them and wouldn't care about them except the man speaks in a booming voice. The woman talks quietly. I can't hear her at all. I'm not sure she has a voice.

I have manners. Yes, even I have manners. I don't eavesdrop on private conversations. I don't like others doing it. But, he was so loud that I just had to listen carefully for her to make a response.

So what did the redneck say that got my attention?

The Dude starts out his breakfast conversation with, "Wow. I don't even have your phone number. What is it?"

Another gem from our hero. "Just tell me what you want and I'll order it for you."

Yeah.

To end the story, I guessed his age as the late 40's to early 50's. Wore a ball cap and jeans. Nice enough looking.

She was about the same age but nice looking and well dressed.

Shame on me for thinking ... he just got laid last night for the first time since high school and she will never visit Waffle House again.