Good Food & Championship Wrestling

My wife and I were traveling south on I-75 in Florida somewhere near Live Oak and decided it was time for a waffle. We stopped in, got the usual friendly service, and were soon happily eating away.

This Waffle House sat next to a motel. In the midst of our meal two beefy guys came sprinting from the motel – one chasing the other. Was it a friendly race to the Waffle House?