[Slings and Arrows]

This is what happens when Ladies in high heels stay out drinking all night and end up in a Huddle House at 5 am!

Yeah, if they'd gone to a classy place like Waffle House this wouldn't have happened.

[RipSawyer]

One would normally associate such uncouth behaviour with ladies whose swan like necks tend toward the outer arc of the rainbow in color.

[tet68]

Yeah, if they’d gone to a classy place like Waffle House this wouldn’t have happened.

If this had happened outside “Memaw’s Country Kitchen” it would have been flip flops and flying grits.

[Lady Jag]

That's why I always wear my friendly stoolettos.

[GOP_Lady]

Oh, those wild women!

[Daffynition]

Cheers!

[Allegra]

Yeah, if they'd gone to a classy place like Waffle House this wouldn't have happened.

Hey, Waffle House has singing waiters! ;-)

[thulldud]

Waffle House has already been burned by this sort of thing. In that case, a crowd gathered at the Waffle House after their club shut down for the night.

I passed by that site on the way to work and wondered why the deputies were blocking the road that morning.

That section of road is now named for Deputy Whitfield.

[AFPhys]

There is an ancient 78 record I wish I could get a copy of, or at least could locate the words. The song was “The Morning After the Night Before” (...gee, whiz, but don’t your head feel sore. Your shoes are on the hatrack and your clothes are on the floor, Oo oh the morning after the night before.)

One verse went something like, “The women too will be just as bad when they get women’s rights. They’ll all go out with the girls about six out of seven nights. ‘Let’s drink’ they’ll say, in a reckless way, as each one pours her own she’ll say ...” My memory fails here...

This incident reminds me of that song. I sure wish I could find it again...