Mason and I had breakfast this weekend at the Waffle House in Yukon. Apparently, the restaurant is currently being rennovated — most of the tables and booths had been removed, leaving four booths and a few spots at the counter available. Fortunately for us, one of the booths was immediately available, and we were quickly seated.

As Mason and I ate breakfast, more customers began entering the restaurant and, with no booths available, began sitting alongside the wall in chairs while waiting for a booth to become available. There’s nothing I enjoy more when eating than having a bunch of hungry people staring at me, watching me chow down!

The couple next to us finished a few minutes before we did. After they left, the next group waiting for a seat walked over to the table (still covered in used dishes) and stood, waiting for someone to come and bus the table. No one did. Eventually a young waitress emerged from behind the counter, walked past the couple with a coffee pot in her hands, and began pouring refills. The couple stood beside the table, arms crossed, waiting to make eye contact with the young waitress — dyed hair, square glasses, pierced face.

“Hi, could you please clean this table,” the people asked.

“Yeah … um, I don’t really do that,” she said.

I cocked my head sideways, thinking to myself, “did she really just say that?” I guess she did, because the people standing there with their arms crossed turned to one another and said, “did she really just say that?” Another one of the waitresses must’ve heard the exchange because she came out from behind the counter and quickly cleaned off the table while apologizing for the wait.

All I kept thinking to myself was, yeah, she probably won’t be doing much there for long.