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Saturday, November 27, 2010

♥ well hello there!

would you like blueberries in your waffle today?

well, actually they're nougats but seriously, would you? we REALLY need your $0.45. really.

hello waffle lovers, my name is heather. i hope this doesn't get me fired. that would suck. but it would be kind of funny. anyhoo, i work in a typical yet not-so-ordinary waffle house in the dallas area. the shit that goes down there (on both sides of the counter) never ceases to amaze me. i honestly believe someone would make loads if they would base a reality show on that place. this blog is to reveal some secrets and ongoings of the awful waffle (while trying to keep as much anonymity for others as possible). it will also be to occasionaly rant and vent, but mostly it will be a keepsake of the wicked awesome memories i will surley continue to develop there and the surprising lessons and realizations i learn on an almost daily basis.
welcome home people.

your friendly neighborhood waitress,
heather

I AM GRUMPY.
11:16 PM


♥ the awful waffle



      A misfit Waffle House. A girl on edge. Don't forget your toast.

      Working in a Waffle House is very much like living in your closet with 10 other people. It's dysfunctional at times, mainly hilarious, and always different. These are my daily tales hot off the grill where I always learn what I never expected.

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