Because of our little jaunt into Tennessee [1] we ended up having a late dinner in Brevard [2], where “late” is “after 9:00 pm when the sidewalks roll up.”
The late-evening eating establishments are rather limited, which is why we found ourselves eating at The WaffleHouse [3] at 11:30 pm on a Friday night. I swear, I never thought I would have the following coversation:
“Ooh, it looks busy.”
“Do you think we'll have to wait for a seat?”
“I hope not.”
We did not have to wait, as we grabbed the only two seats left at the counter.
There, we met with our waitresses, Kloey, with a “K” and Fur Ball (yes, “Fur Ball” was the name on her tag), which is a nickname given to her when she was 15 years old. I kid you not.