Doug had been known for his antics, but this time, he outdid himself. Strolling into Waffle House at 3 a.m. wearing mismatched socks and a grin that screamed trouble, he ordered a triple-egg omelet. But Doug wasn’t content with just eggs; he wanted to leave a mark—a Waffle House legend.

With a swagger in his step and mischief in his eyes, Doug decided to demonstrate his “legendary” waffle-flipping skills. He grabbed a fresh waffle right off the iron and attempted to flip it like a pancake—except Doug didn’t realize it had a mind of its own. The waffle soared through the air, leaving a trail of batter splatter, before colliding with an entire pyramid of egg cartons stacked like a culinary Leaning Tower of Pisa.

In the aftermath, eggs exploded in every direction, creating an oozing mess of yolk and shell that rivaled a Jackson Pollock painting. But Doug wasn’t done. His miscalculated heroics led him to knock over the industrial-sized waffle batter dispenser, unleashing a tidal wave of batter that cascaded over the counter and onto the floor.

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To make matters worse, Doug’s chaotic dance moves toppled a stack of hashbrowns ready for serving. Grits? Don’t even get me started. They were flung from the counter, hitting walls and sticking to the ceiling. The kitchen staff watched in horror and bemusement as Doug’s impromptu chaos redefined breakfast mayhem.

As the dust—or rather, the batter—settled, Waffle House corporate had no choice but to implement a 50-cent “Doug Tax” to recover from the unprecedented disaster. But Doug wasn’t just a harbinger of egg surcharges; he was a full-blown breakfast calamity. Not only did he inadvertently create a waffle shortage, but he also left the grits and hashbrowns supply chains teetering on the edge of collapse.

Rumors circulated that Doug was stockpiling waffle batter in his garage, hoarding grits like gold, and plotting his next escapade. Customers walked into Waffle House bracing for signs that read, “Sorry, we’re out of waffles, grits, and hashbrowns. Blame Doug.”

And so, the Breakfast Economy™ lay in shambles, all thanks to Doug—whose legendary chaos would be remembered in Waffle House lore for generations to come.