I’ve found it’s good folk at the Waffle House. Strange folk, but good’uns.
Funny story about a ‘late night dining establishment’ in NC from maybe 20 years back. A friend of mine, a pilot, told me about leaving a bar after it closed at 2 am with his friends - all three sheets to the wind. They ended up at this very crowded ‘late night dining establishment’. The cook was furiously churning out meals and during their table conversation, the men were watching him go. A roach happened to crawl across the greasy back of the cooktop and, without missing a beat, the cook smashed him with the back of one of his metal spatchulas, wiped it off on his thigh, and went back to cooking two-handed. The men started hollering and notified everyone there of what had just happened. The ‘late night eating establishment’ cleared out.