I always blamed the syrup for the sticky seats at Waffle House. 
Now we know the rest of the story.
You gotta love the coworker’s snappy comeback. 
The story sounded kind of funny until they mentioned he’s a convicted rapist.
The coworker is lucky she wasn’t attacked. Still, it’s a pretty odd thing to do at the job. Even for a sex offender.
“…continued on until he masturbated?” Continued on doing WHAT until he masturbated? 
Masturbating at a Waffle House always sounds sexier than it really is.
Eating waffles!
*please don’t be Georgia please don’t be Georgia please don’t be Georgia please don’t…
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God damn it.
Sounds like some not-too-well educated Waffle House employee got confused between them high-falutin’ technical terms “masturbated” and “ejaculated”. It’s not like she uses those words every day.
I’d make a joke about blue waffles, but it’s not in good taste.
I guess that means he masturbated until he was, umm, finished. I don’t want to think about it too hard.
“Greasy Spoon” should be a Michelin designation, not a marital aid.
I wasn’t masturbating. I WAS NOT masturbating.
Wait. it didn’t say customer. That was close.
There’s a "sausage links’ or “grand slam” joke in here somewhere…
Heck, it was at least 50/50 odds on GA before you clicked. Just because of the geographical distribution of Waffle Houses, even before you consider the, erm …, proclivities …, of certain classes of Georgians.
Hijack 1:
Eons ago we used to stay at a cheapo Holiday Inn in greater Atlanta not too far from Hartsfield. It was at the intersection of two suburban main drags, 2-3 lanes each way, center islands, with car lots and ragged strip malls as far as a man could walk in any of the 4 directions.
Two of the four corners of this intersection had Waffle Houses. And within a half mile up one of the drags was another. About a mile away in another direction was the fourth one. The hotel staff were adamant about which was the best of the close three. Damn if they weren’t right. It was amazing that coffee that bad & grease that nasty could still come in that wide of gradations of nastiness.
Waffle Houses in GA. Not just a Bad Idea; it’s the Law.
Hijack 2:
There is/was a Waffle House along I-70 in suburban St. Louis. Which had the typical freeway-side sign: big block letters way up high on a 75 foot post.
For years the lights behind the W part of their sign were burned out. So at night it became the “AFFLE HOUSE”. If you pronounce it like “waffle” with a silent “w” it seems strangely appropriate. 
I have to admit, I myself find the interior of a Waffle House to be erotically stimulating. It’s easy to see how a guy could get carried away.
Smothered & Covered, coming right up sir!
He continued doing the …ing thing until he finished, at which point it became the …ed thing.
I’m surprised this happened at a Waffle House. I thought for sure it would be at an IFAP.
I thought that was the newest device from Apple.
They discontinued it. No one wanted to take it out of their pocket.