The Breakfast Club

The Rematch

    Wafflehouse went into work that following week. His boss never asked him about it, she never told him he was fired, she didn't say anything. It was like it never happened. Wafflehouse was on edge throughout the week. Every time he saw his boss his anxiety would spike. He felt that at any moment his boss would fire him. He ensured that he was on his best behavior, and he was working efficiently.  He felt that one slip up would cost him his job. So he desperately strove to do the best he could. It still didn't make since that no one even addressed him about it. 

  It was Friday, the end of the work week, and Wafflehouse still had an hour left of his shift. Business was (shockingly) going a bit slower than usual but there was still a few people in the restaurant. The clock was approaching 7 p.m. . The time for the Friday debate. " Hey, can you turn on the debate?" A customer asked as he sat alone at a table. Wafflehouse nodded and immediately turned the t.v. on. It still had five minutes before the debate started. During that time they typically introduce the competitors, and get really cool camera shots of the audience. 

  The two competitors for the debate was Zaxby's and Chic-Fil-A. A woman walked on the stage. Her blonde hair was up in a ponytail and she has a cross around her neck. She wore heals that made her only an inch shorter than her competitor. If she didn't wear heals, she would be a few inches shorter.

  Her competitor wore a blue shirt with red hair. Not the natural red that is actually orange. But red. Even with the wild hair color, he looked somewhat professional. He was the embodiment of business casual. But you could have a similar opinion about the opposite competitor. Though she looked to be more of a Sunday dressed person.

    As the two walked on stage, they walked towards each other, and went in for a handshakes. Handshakes weren't often done before the debate. Even though it's a good sportsmanship gesture, it wasn't required, or even asked. It was strange that the two, unscripted, went in for a handshake. Wafflehouse was somewhat jealous, he always gave the most awkward handshakes. The handshake was so firm, and so professional. He knew that this would be an interesting debate. 

  The crowd grew silent as the two made their way to their spots. " Chick-Fil-A, you will be starting off." The announcer spoke over the microphone in a way too enthusiastic voice. 

  " My pleasure." Chick-Fil-A said. She nodded and cleared her throat. "Let us start with the sauces. We have a wider, and a better quality array of sauces. We make sure you are always provided with many sauces, and then some, of your request. Zaxby's charges 25 cents for every extra sauce you ask for. Here at Chick-Fil-A we always provide you with what you want, no questions asked." She spoke with the serious, yet friendly tone. The confidence in her voice was evident and matched perfectly with her approach. 

  Zaxby's nodded as he listened to what she said. He obviously took a mental note of what she said. " I think it's very admirable of your restaurant to give out sauces. Your restaurant chain is very admirable with  giving out things and donating." He gave a friendly, sarcastic smile. " You donate to so many causes and groups.  A lot of anti-lgbt groups you donate to though. " Zaxby's shrugged and continued " We accept you for how you are here, all we want to do is serve some chicken. Plus, were open on Sundays." Zaxby's glanced over to Chick-Fil-A who was obviously annoyed with his statement. 

  It was going to be a tough match between the two. Wafflehouse had never met them before, but he felt indifferent to them both. It seemed the same with the audience. After a heated but professional debate, it was concluded that it was a tie between the two. Wafflehouse stayed 30 minutes over his shift to finish watching the debate. After the debate was done, he got his things, and left work. He got in his car and drove home. He passed the Denny's and noticed that only a few cars were there. It seemed that he wasn't doing any better.