Waffle House burn!!!!!

I stopped to eat some breakfast at Waffle House in New Orleans East; my waitress was a big black woman about 400 pounds give or take a pound or two. When I ordered, she got my order completely wrong, after that my eggs were cooked hard enough to use as a hammer. Needless to say, it wasn’t working out great. I was eating my hash browns slowly so I could eat my eggs with them. The lady was talking to other workers about my eggs and not paying attention they were done. I finally tell her, “Hey,” my eggs are done. I would like to eat them while they are hot. She slumbered over slowly eyes on fire, looking into my soul as she delivers my eggs. People at the table next to me commented how bad a server she was, l laughed, and said A real woman would know how to serve eggs. This waitress came unglued, the place is full of folks, and she screams you MF I will show you a real woman I will wipe your ass all over waffle house, I will pull your smart mouth right off your MF face. I am now the center of attention and only want to leave. My bill is 9 dollars and 50 cents, she is screaming at full lungs, I count my money and am .25 cents short, I am diving into my pocket for more change not enough to pay the bill, but she still after my ass. Finally, I pull out my credit card with her mouth again in full lungs, she takes the card and tries to swipe it, I tell her it has a chip, and she sticks into the port, what do you think I am stupid, is that what you believe, you crazy white man? I finally said, hey lady, just give me my receipt so I can sign. After what seemed to be an hour, I am walking out of the waffle house; sometimes, a comment isn’t worth the tongue-lashing.