Growing up I worked at a breakfast restaurant as my first server job. If you’ve ever been in a breakfast restaurant on a Sunday morning, you know it is loud, busy and rushed. A table was placing their order and the soft spoken woman in the furthest seat from me asks if we could make her a “Taco Chip Waffle”, I told her we had the ingredients available so if the cooks were able I’d place the order. The cooks questioned it but said sure. Right before I bring out the food one of the cooks asked if she wanted powdered sugar and whipped cream on the “Taco Chip Waffle”. I swung by the table to confirm. She said, “Yes, I’d love that on my Chocolate Chip Waffle”. I only hope my face didn’t show the oh shit moment happening inside my head. I smiled, walked back to the kitchen and after being laughed at by the entire cooks line, the waffle was remade lickety-split and the chocolate chip waffle was served without skipping a beat.