I was still feeling ridiculous sporting this white-on-white, three-piece suit. It was a funeral, after all, and no one would have guessed it from the attire of the guests in attendance.
THE WAFFLE BARN by Richard Bauer

I nearly opened the menu, but instead pushed it aside to make room for the coffee I knew was on its way. The wait staff had stopped taking our order years ago. Probably sick of the joke, “What else does a person order than waffles at The Waffle Barn?” I can’t take the credit, though. Dad said it first. He’s had a lot to say, actually, over the years—I listen and I listen and then I pick up the bill.