The Waffler Conspiracy

“I don’t know…”

I gritted my teeth. “Make up your mind! I can’t stand your waffling.”

“Both options look good!” she protested. “I hate being forced to choose…”

“Here,” I said, “I’ll choose for you.” I flung a waffle onto her plate.

“But,” she said, “maybe I want a pancake…”

This story is based on a title suggested by @PoshPlatypus.

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