 Always remember, no matter the subject, you heard it here first! Back in 2016 we reported at least three separate incidents connected to Waffle House restaurants. There was the woman who stood up during breakfast took off her clothes and began hurling dishes around the place. Next there was the man who stood outside a Waffle House naked and was upset that the employees wouldn’t let him inside (go figure). Umm, there was the Waffle House wherein women employees were using a vat of hot water (probably used to make grits) to style their hair. We even told you about Mr. Robin’s own experience in a Waffle House in OKC early one morning. What is it about Waffle House? Personally, I’ve always liked the chain. Very consistent food starting with GREAT grits and coffee. But there seems to be a lot of disgruntled employees (not to mention weird patrons) there, again go figure. So now there’s a report out of Waffle House in Memphis wherein two women got into a punching match during the breakfast rush over who was supposed to be washing dishes. You know, if you’re going to have a restaurant you kinda need clean dishes. It seems that a woman who was supposed to have washed dishes was coming off shift. When the dishwasher coming on shift saw the pile she told the other woman to wash them. Said other woman refused pointing out that she had already clocked out. That’s when the punching got started. The place was packed and there was no shortage of amateur filmmakers getting video of the action as it took place. These were apparently solid punches. Four men tried to break it up, but got their asses kicked for their trouble. Stuff is crashing to the ground. The customers seem to be enjoying the floor show. Finally, the woman who started the melee heads for the door shouting that she’s going to press charges. Then she turns back toward the counter where the other woman remains and begins screaming, “I'm gonna beat your motherf*****g a**! Don't you ever hold me, don't you ever f*****g hold me, do you hear me?” Yes, we hear you…you don’t like to be held. Can I eat my grits now? The cops show up although things had long since cooled down. It is unclear as to whether any charges were filed. It’s even more unclear as to who finally washed the damned dishes. Happy Friday everybody. Hopefully you’re somewhere other than a Waffle House restaurant today. If you go, take body armor. I’m still here at Burning Man 2018. Will be glad when this adventure is behind me. These people are nuts. Every day that goes by more clothing comes off. Not that I’m opposed to nudity or anything, but after several days of it…trust me, it’s all been done. I’ve not seen Cousin Fred or Friend Lamont for 48 hours now. Trying to find them in this mass of savage humanity (70,000) is near impossible. I’ll hold down the fort here at Friend Lamont’s RV and hope for the best. Martinis tonight at 5 if you’re in the neighborhood. The winds are picking up again and the dust is starting to blow around. I ate breakfast this morning at (and I’m not making this up), The Pussy Wagon’s Sausage Fest at the Trash Fence. I know what you’re thinking, but they really did have sausage. It was billed as a meat and greet. Today is the last day for the Paint the Wall Event…it’s a 24-foot wall that people are encouraged to paint. Tomorrow the wall will be disassembled, and the panels gifted to people in the local community. I figure I’ll paint a plea to find my traveling companions. Hopefully, they’ll turn up soon. If not, I guess I’ll have to hotwire the RV to get myself out of this desert. That is all! Comments are closed.
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