Waffles

Last Sunday brunch, I was placed at the waffle bar, which in dining hall terms, is the place that student managers go to die. This station consists of standing on front of four waffle makers and developing a routine of spraying, putting the batter in, closing, flipping, and waiting until the tiny little buzzer goes off. It is not the waffles that make this station such a handful and an absolute stress fest to work...it is the customers!

Waffle People.

I have never met such vicious ungrateful people in my life. Perhaps they are not morning people but it is difficult to use that excuse at noon. I saw shoving, pushing, screaming, and I may have saw a girl tear up when her waffle came out a bit deformed.

When I had four students left on the line, the third girl insisted that she have two waffles. I told her she can turn around and tell the fourth individual why she has to wait another three minutes for a waffle. The little rude girl turned around and said "I want two." She then grabbed the second waffle from my hand and walked off.

But, none of the students compared to my last young lady. At 1:50 PM I informed the last person on line to not allow anyone else to stand behind him. It is very difficult to cut off the waffle line, as they are somewhat warm and delicious. The chosen young man was doing a fine job of taking it upon himself to ward off potential line joiners but he was no match for the tall, blond scary girl from beyond. This girl stood at the end of the line and when I kindly approached her and said I am closing soon and I cannot take on anymore customers, she went into full panic and verbal abuse of the staff mode. "I am a VEGETARIAN. Do you know what that is? This is the only thing that I can eat in this dining hall. So make me a WAFFLE! I am not going anywhere!!!"

Maybe it is the lack of meat in her life that made her such a psycho. But I doubt it. I have been weening off of meat for three months out and I have not turned my rage onto anyone else. Also, the waffle makers are directly next to the full stocked salad bar as well as the main line which includes pre-made pancakes, potatoes, and vegetables.

If psycho girl is out there reading this, which I doubt because if she was she probably threw her computer at the wall by now, please calm down. Please don't use your vegetarian humanitarian whatever movement to scream and throw a hissy fit that my four year old niece would be shocked and jealous of. Relax. The waffles will be back next week and if you want one so badly show up before the shift ends. Or invest in a thirty dollar waffle maker and make one yourself.