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Fur Ball at the Waffle House
Because of our little jaunt into Tennessee [1] we ended up having a late
dinner in Brevard [2], where “late” is “after 9:00 pm when the sidewalks roll
up.”
The late-evening eating establishments are rather limited, which is why we
found ourselves eating at The WaffleHouse [3] at 11:30 pm on a Friday night.
I swear, I never thought I would have the following coversation:
“Ooh, it looks busy.”
“Do you think we'll have to wait for a seat?”
“I hope not.”
We did not have to wait, as we grabbed the only two seats left at the
counter.
There, we met with our waitresses, Kloey, with a “K” and Fur Ball (yes, “Fur
Ball” was the name on her tag), which is a nickname given to her when she was
15 years old. I kid you not.
[1]
gopher://gopher.conman.org/0Phlog:2019/06/14.1
[2]
http://brevardnc.org/
[3]
https://locations.wafflehouse.com/nc-brevard-1955
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