My Waffle House Waitress

I was out to lunch for a work meeting today. We decided to go and try a new deli close by. When the waitress came to our table, all I could think of was , "Am I in a Waffle House? Did I come to the right place?" The waitress was exactly like the waitresses in the Waffle Houses down south, the ones that look like they are 60+, have smoked a lot of heaters in their life, have grease smeared all over their aprons and say things like "What can I getcha?" while chomping on their gum. They are not at all interested in impressing you...yet they call you things like Honey and Darlin' in their raspy voices. She won me over right from the start....but the best part of the whole meal was when I was finished eating. She came to clear my plate and she picked up my half eaten chicken breast, which was far too burnt to enjoy. She picked it up with her hand and stared at it in disbelief and proceeded to say, "this could not have been good." I said, "Well it was a little burnt but it was fine." To which she replied, "Hold on, I will be back." As she walked away she uttered "Jackasses" under her breath towards her cooks and I lost it laughing. Jackasses...really....and loud enough for a bunch of people at a work meeting to hear. I loved it...totally classic. I knew I liked this lady! She quickly returned with a complimentary chocolate malt for me. I guess I don't have to go all the way to Tennessee to get me a Waffle House treat:)