I’ve seen romances start in weirder fashions.
My first thought as well. Wouldn’t be surprised if this is being used to explain an affair.
I get so jealous of people like that cook, who have found a sense of purpose.
Looks like the cook had been egging the boyfriend on
Glad they’re both sticking to their principles and not chickening out.
I read that over easy as “cock”.
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Same, it’s most likely fake, but the thought of the cook coming out from behind the counter to fight the waffle house guy is hilarious. Instead of calling the cops, they fist fight like gentlemen.
Instead of calling the cops, they fist fight like gentlemen.
In two states, Washington and Texas, this would be technically legal. They are the only two that allow “mutual combat”. A police officer is legally required to act as a ref though.
Texas has similar law but implicit consent (ie “fighting words”) are sufficient, unlike Washington’s explicit requirement.
Washington state has no mutual combat law. The only law I can find regarding it is from the Washington code of military justice for dueling. Even then it only says that you must report if you know about a duel or you will “be punished as a court martial may direct.” The only thing I have heard of that relates is that someone could refuse prosecution after a fight and therefore no crime occurred. There is a Seattle municipal code that only forbids fighting if there is risk to others, property, or has a substantial risk to do so.
It is apparently more that it’s derived from common law and judicial precedent, as well as not making it explicitly illegal in the RCW. There are cities and municipalities that do explicitly criminalize it, like Tumwater (General Code 9.08.070).
That’s a shame, I love the mental image of somebody in Washington calling the cops like: “Hello, we’d like to get into a fight please!” and the police responding: “No worries, we’ll send someone out to referee!”
Them’s fightin’ words!
I like to think the cook is watching through the window rubbing his hands together before a quick stretch.
the best part is the cook is learning new skills each week by trying new ways to cook eggs. the boyfriend is probably getting in his exercise.
they are bettering each other through the feud. I love it.
They’re definitely going to end up being best friends
I picture the cook in the back hearing “Who cooked this shit eggs? Your chef is trash!” and he smirks recognizing the voice as he removes his apron.
I picture the cook in the back…
At wafflehouse you get a front row seat of the cooks ass-crack while they cook your eggs and soggy hash browns. There is no “back” except the one you’re looking at, which, in my mind makes this so much better, because said BF would get to watch his eggs being cooked wrong while staring at his enemies ass-crack.
If this was true, at least. Although I can absolutely see a wafflehouse cook handling customers like this as a proper gentleman should.
supposedly part of the waffle house cook interview process is asking “Can you fight?”
I dunno how valid that is, but i’ve heard waffle house cooks get into fights all the time.
Everytime I’ve been in a waffle house (like 3 times) everyone who works there is scrawny as shit, except the cook. He (yes, he) is an absolute beast that looks like it’s easier for him to move the bar out of the way than go around it, or drag a troublesome customer over it by their nose and deal with the problem there instead of having to deal with the inconvenience of “taking it outside”
If it were true the bf and cook have been banging since the 3rd time they “fought.”
This is what guys do instead of friendship. You can bet if cook isn’t there one week BF is going to go do a wellness check.
Ladies, if your man slurpin that raw albumin, remember there are plenty of fish in the sea and not all of them are hard for salmonella
It sounds like the bf is slurping a different kind of runny white
I know what’s going on here but I can’t talk about it.
Just tell it to me. I’ll keep it a secret.
That happened…
