I can understand why some prisoners would escape just to go to Waffle House.
However bad the food is, it's got to be better than what they serve in the prison cafeteria.
Besides, I often find myself with a hankering for some WaHo diesel-fuel coffee and greasy food. Unfortunately, they just don't have stores in Mid-Mary Land. Got to go out to the Mountains or head south if you want some good ol' fashioned diner food served up with a steaming plate of high school and college memories.
Went to to our old WaHo in Salisbury (groceries, not poultry) before Christmas and felt right at home. The diverse crowd, tired waitresses in their ugly uniforms, the coffee, the fry cooks who look like they've been awake since Carter was president.
God, but I miss it so.
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