Waffle House

I was somewhere outside Birmingham, Alabama during a torrential rainstorm and decided to wait out the wether whilst dining at one of America's finest diners.  I sat down at the counter next to a man speaking very loudly to every member of the waitstaff.  They all knew his name and answered back in kind.  To my left sat a youngish gentleman who didn't even need to order - his dish of choice was common knowledge among the waitresses.  The staff seemed to be really cohesive and enjoyed, at least outwardly, their jobs.  So cool...

One of my more interesting ambitions is to work as a waiter in a diner.  I want to be the guy behind the counter who interacts with the regulars.  I want to shoot the breeze with truckers and old folks and men and women who have stories to tell.  I want to meet people and create relationships.  I want to be in one of those small-town mom and pop restaurants with kitschy pictures on the wall and a bell on the door.  Maybe it's those simple times that are pulling me back...