I could get used to this
Parts of it, anyway.
This morning, I had to do one of those standard fasting visits to the doctor’s office. No big deal; I was in at 9:30 and out within the hour, and I’ve never minded giving a little blood.
But since it was nearly 11 by the time I got in the car and headed towards home, I was way past needing food. So I did what any sensible person would do: I went to Waffle House.
It was only the second time in my life I’ve found myself eating by myself at a WaHo. Let me tell you: WaHo does solo eating right. I brought my book in and read while waiting for my food, and then I chatted with the “locals” and the super-nice servers while I ate. It’s amazing how many regulars there are at a random Waffle House at 11 on Wednesday morning. And I thought it cool, too, when I noticed a middle schooler there with her grandmother, apparently sharing a summer break meal.
I could get used to some Wednesday morning WaHo time. There’s not much better food than a good bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich, especially when it’s accompanied by some hash browns (covered and chunked, please) and a hot cup off coffee.
Tags: ahh, WaHo
