Waffle House

My guilty breakfast pleasure is Waffle House. The food’s OK, the prices fair enough. What I like, though, is to sit at the counter and listen as the experienced staff works with a new hire. I hear, “You got to turn ‘em over quick, like this … Red shirt at table three, he’s a regular, take him some extra cream … Here, hon, let me show you how to do that …” And so it goes. I don’t expect to work at Waffle House anytime soon but, when I do, I’ll be grateful for the kindness and patience of those who train me.