Working a block away from the local Waffle House, a group of us would come in to work, check e-mails etc... and then make our way over for a quick breakfast a couple of times a week..
We had the same waitress every time, a country gal about 70 years old who always had a lit cigarette hanging off her bottom lip. And you better have your order ready when she got to you. The cook was a young black fellow out on work release and about the size of an SEC linebacker.
They seemed to work pretty well together until one morning. She took our orders (pretty much standard fare) and put them in. She went down to the end of the counter to a couple more diners and got half way through taking their order when she turned and threw her pad and pencil across the room, mashed her cigarette into the counter and shouted, “You know what??? F*** THIS PLACE!!! F*** ALL YA’LL!!! AIN’T DOIN’ THIS SH** NO MORE!! I QUIT!!!” and threw her apron on the ground and walked out the front door as we all watched in stunned silence.
Haha, the cook just leaned down so he could see what all the noise was about, shook his head with a smile and went back to the grill. When the door closed, one of my coworkers, laughing, called out to the cook, “Did you get my order?” He laughed and pointed with his spatula, “I got ya’lls, I’ll get them two down there in a minute.”
But there was a manager in the back who hurried out trying to catch the waitress to no avail and ended up being the waitress for a day. We each payed for our meals (the entertainment was worth the price of admission) and hand delivered a $20 tip to the cook. Fun times at the Waffle House!
LOL