So, on our first overnight stay, at a motel, we went to the breakfast room and you could make your own waffles.
Fun!
But we didn’t get the chance; the waffle iron was carefully guarded and in constant use by this mysterious bloke we named ”Waffle Man”
The rear view of the waffle man! 😀 He’s there to make sure the equipment is in one piece.Well can’t blame the guy 🙂
What is it with men and their hairy legs! 😛
The sketch is perfect!
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Ha, ha…great sketch! You should have asked Waffle Man to let you have a turn! 🙂
Lat, it’s the Y-chromosome…. even Q has hairy legs!
susanne, Ah, but there were three other persons waiting for a turn, and we had to get started to get to the Grand Canyon!