Gary and I went back to Waffle House last weekend.
Every other time I have been to the House of the Waffle (and, to my shame, there have been many, many times), the crew has been minimal and somber. Somehow, this particular morning they were jovial and banging on pans and discussing Dominos pizza. Then the manager arrived and it got even more jolly. I thought the happy mood might be because the staff outnumbered the patrons: you don’t see that at Waffle House very often. At one point the manager said, "Becky, I'm getting you a nametag that says, 'GRAVY!'" (Evidently Becky spilled some biscuits and gravy on herself.) The staff was very amused by that, while I’m sure all the customers wondered what the joke was.
In all this hilarity, a waitress came to our station and complimented Gary's t-shirt. Gary's been wearing t-shirts for democracy since 2016, and today he was wearing his "SCIENCE is not a liberal conspiracy - Neal DeGrasse Tyson " t-shirt.
She went on. "I winced a little when I saw the word 'liberal', because I thought it might not be nice, but then I read all of it. That’s cool." Gary greeted her as a fellow comrade.
She went on to say that not everyone who dines there shares her liberal views (no!), then she pointed at her name tag, which said "SNOWFLAKE". Evidently some patron had called her that. She said she had to fight to convince management to let her have a Snowflake name tag but they eventually relented.
Looks like our Waffle House is breaking the mold. Things are cooking out here in the Midwest.