My wife and I annually attend Waffle House for lunch the Sunday before every Christmas. Apparently, we're not the only ones with this sacred tradition. It was slammed. Our waitress was sweating. She had to give me a second glass of water before I could take my first sip. I guess there was something funky on my cup? Best of all, my sausage melt with double hashbrowns was a culinary masterpiece.
I wish she really would have had bangs like that. Happy Christmas.