The Breakfast Club

Preparation

Wafflehouse woke up Monday at 6 a.m. . He didn't have to be at work till 8:30 that morning. But, as usual, he would probably take forever to even get up. He yawned as his alarm rang, it rang a few times. The noise seemed to get louder and louder, Wafflehouse covered his head with the pillow. The noise of the alarm didn't go away though. He sighed as he punched the button on the alarm. Wafflehouse sat up and twisted his back. He looked at the wall for around five minutes to gather his thoughts and to wake up.

Last week had been a very eventful week. Full of stress and emotions. He shook his head at the thought; today was a new day and he wasn't going to let last week linger into this week. He slid out of bed and slowly walked to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and wiped his eyes. The man picked up his toothbrush and brushed his teeth, not forgetting to floss. He ran his fingers through his hair until it was pretty decent. He yawned once more and made his way to his closet. He swung open the door and grabbed his uniform. He slid it on and made his way to his kitchen. He walked to his coffee maker that had a fresh pot of coffee sitting there. He always set his coffee maker to make coffee at a certain time so he doesn't have to wait in the mornings for it. He poured himself a mug and sipped it as he sat down. Wafflehouse opened his laptop and opened a document. He started to peck at the keyboard, thinking about what he should write. On a separate tab he pulled up information on Denny's. Wafflehouse clicked between the two tabs. As he read, he would pick out key points to type. But, he had around two weeks to get ready. So, he wasn't a rush to get much done.

After around twenty minutes of research he decided he would continue to get ready. He logged his slow computer and closed it. "I've had this thing since 2010, I really need a new one." He mumbled to himself. Wafflehouse walked over to his bread box and opened it. He opended it up and pulled out a quarter loaf of bread. Wafflehouse grabbed a few peices of bread and popped them in the toaster. He leaned against the wall and waited for the toast to cook. His eyes got heavier and heavier, as he began to doze off, the bread shot out of the toaster. He jerked up and grabbed the hot toast. As it burned his hands he dropped it quickly onto the plate. He brought the plate over to the table. Wafflehouse sat down and brought the bread up to his mouth. His eye caught something at the end of the bread. Wafflehouse stared at it for a moment, not taking a bite. His eyes widened as the realization came to him. He dropped the bread back onto the plate and gagged. "So disgusting." He shook his head in disgust. At the end of the bread there was a light patch of mold. He took the bread along with the rest of the loaf and tossed it into the trash.

    Wafflehouse walked back to the pantry and looked for something else to eat. As he looked nothing caught his eye. His search for food was interupted by his phone ringing. Wafflehouse walked back to his room, grabbed his phone and anwsered it. "Hello?"

   "Hello! Wafflehouse, since you worked very hard last week and won the debate before that. I'm giving you three days off." He heard a lady's voice on the other line, he assumed it was his boss, though she sounded a little different.

   "Really? That's awesome! Thank you so much." He was ecstatic to get more days off. He really needed a rest. This would allow him to relax and work on his debate. He felt a weight lifted from his shoulders.

   "See you Thursday!" The woman spoke then the phone went silent. Wafflehouse hung up and fell back in bed. He didn't bother to change out of his work clothes, he pulled the blanket over him and fell back to sleep.

   After a few hours, Wafflehouse woke up once more. He checked his phone. Noon. He felt well rested and climbed out of bed. He changed out of his work clothes to something casual. "Damn." He mumbled to himself as his stomach rumbled. He was starving.

   He got up and grabbed his wallet and keys out of his pants he wore the day before. Wafflehouse made his way to the entrance of his house and left. Wafflehouse hopped into his red 1976 Pinto and backed out of his driveway. Wafflehouse reached for the knob and cranked up the radio to Tom Jones' It's Not Unusual. He hummed along to the tune and drove down the street.