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He put the plain plate of eggs on my table. This was the first time this had happened before. They’d gotten my order wrong at Waffle House.
I wasn’t upset, I just asked the waiter if he could exchange the plain plate of eggs for some with cheese and continued to enjoy my coffee.
The Waffle House was completely empty save for me and the waiter. He was a black man that appeared to be in his early 20’s. From the way he carried himself I assumed he was gay. If I remember right his nails were brightly painted and he had a flamboyant way of speaking and moving. I remember wondering to myself if it was difficult being so visibly queer-coded in one’s day-to-day life. No doubt one is subject to more discrimination when they present that way.
After about ten minutes the waiter presented a plate of eggs with two cold slices of cheddar cheese laid on top. I wondered to myself why he had bothered cooking a new serving of eggs if he was just going to throw cold cheese on top and not mix it in like everyone else always does. At this point I wasn’t going to make the guy remake the eggs twice, I didn’t have the heart to tell him he’d made them wrong. I resigned to just finish my Waffles and leave without the protein.
That’s when Sanji showed up.
He walked into the restaurant in an expensive suit. He moved like a man with a sense of purpose and urgency as he took a seat at the bar and ordered his coffee. Black of course. He glanced over at my miserable plate of cheese eggs and raised an eyebrow.
“The hell is that?” He asked the waiter.
The waiter tried to respond that it was cheese eggs but Sanji wasn’t having any of it.
“That’s not how you make cheese eggs” Sanji interrupted. “You have to mix the cheese in with the scrambled eggs.”
The waiter seemed taken aback when Sanji took it upon himself to walk behind the counter and start cooking by himself. Most men would probably be kicked out of the store for pulling something like that, but not Sanji, he had a swagger to him that made it seem like he belonged in that kitchen more than anyone else.
A few minutes later Sanji presented me with a fresh plate of cheese eggs with the cheese mixed in. Honestly I don’t really like eggs, I just get the cheese eggs because they’re healthy, but they were pretty good; you could tell he put his whole pussy into those eggs.
“I hope this has been a learning experience” Sanji said to the waiter.
The waiter smiled and nodded his head, “you can say that again!”
We all joined together in joyous laughter.
“Wow” I thought to myself. “What an adventure.”