What the Waffle?

What’s up y’all? My name is Lynn. This is my first Podcast of many. Most people who create Podcast, or write Blogs, write about Mystery murders, how to manage money, how to plan for a vacation, etc… For me, I decided to open up and tell some of my stories that I have experienced in my life concerning customer service, hanging out with friends, life in general, or saying, or doing something stupid in my life that maybe wasn’t so funny at the time, but now I find to be hilarious. For the people that know me, know that I pretty much say or do what I want. The saying part is getting more blunt the older I get. Turns out, I have no filter sometimes. Especially now that I am 55. When I was in my thirties, I would hear an elderly person say something that I never would. I used to think, hey they are older, and I guess they have earned that right to say whatever they want. Well, I am now that elder. Words just come flying out of my mouth, sometimes before I realize what I just said. The world we live in today, no one can really say anything anymore without offending SOMEONE. We all have to be so “politically correct.” Look at Po Folks. That company had to remove Po from their name, because it offended people with less money than others. Anyway, moving on. So, for my first episode, I have decided to share my story about one of my visits to Waffle House. Now, I have been there many many many times in my life, but what makes this visit so hilarious is what I ordered from the waitress. Not just once, not just twice, but three times I tried to order a certain item that is not, was not, and will never ever be on the menu. Now, I must say that most people love Waffle House. The smell of coffee right when you walk in, followed by the sound of bacon sizzling on the grill, and according to what time of the day it is, you will either, hear silence, which means it’s in the middle of the day somewhere around 2pm. The other sound you will hear is loud voices and laughter, which means it’s 2am and everyone has just left the club. Come on, you’ve all been there at some point. Sitting in a Waffle House already reminiscing of what happened earlier in the night, and then there is the 10am crowd, that walks in looking like death warmed over already demanding coffee, and something greasy to put in their stomach because they are hung over as FUCK! That’s me! My hair is in a hat, and I’m wearing whatever item of clothing I can put on the quickest because I only have enough strength to go eat and then come home and go right back to bed. That’s where my story begins of ordering an item three times to the waitress and she’s looking at me like I’m a lunatic. For real.