Corporate Spying

Got up this morning and on my way to work I decided that I had to have food scattered, smothered and covered, so I headed to my friendly Waffle House.

After bellying up to the bar and placing my order, I noticed some commotion after a couple walked out the door.

“Do you know who that was?” Maude asked.

“Yeah, I saw him on TV the other day,” Flo interjected.

“That guy owns the Pancake Pantry,” Dusty replied, cracking a egg on the side of his bowl.

For those who don’t know, Pancake Pantry is a Nashville breakfast institution, on any given morning there’s a line out the door and down the street as people wait to experience the cornucopia of breakfast delights.

I can only assume Mr. Pantry just wasn’t in the mood to wait this morning.

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