Christmas (Chanukah, too,) is just another day(s) of the year for me. Actually, it’s better, because Christmas is three (some years, four) days off work. Any day off work is a good day, no? So today, I trundled over to Waffle House for breakfast. Evidently, I’m not the only one– the place was busy! Here are a few very short notes I made during this morning’s visit. My notes are choppy, but you get the idea:
Busy at Waffle House. I count eleven laborers toiling in the kitchen. I am seated at counter because there’s no room at the tables. A waitress tells a customer about a pecan pie and German chocolate cake someone made for her. Leslie’s brother gave her dark chocolate. She likes dark chocolate. Jukebox is blaring funky Christmas music, and Rosa wearing a red Coca-Cola visor comes out from behind the counter and hollers, “Alright everybody let’s get down!” Gentleman to my right is wearing bright red shirt and seems to be a regular here. Everyone says hi to him. A cook tells a coworker, “Getting a paycheck tomorrow.” Danyelle tells a customer, “Know what my favorite ice-cream is? Peppermint!” A waitress tells a customer, “I’m here for you. No worries.” And a waitress reaches across my iPad and makes like she’s going to type something. She smiles at me, “Merry Christmas, honey” and I say, “Thank you, ma’am.”
I read somewhere that a British writer is said to have said, “In America, they call the waiters sir.” Matter of fact, we do.
May your people and mine live on in peace and prosperity.