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                          Fur Ball at the Waffle House
                                        
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.

[1] gopher://gopher.conman.org/0Phlog:2019/06/14.1
[2] http://brevardnc.org/
[3] https://locations.wafflehouse.com/nc-brevard-1955

Email author at sean@conman.org

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