Waffling On Weirdly

(I am eating dinner with my husband at an outdoor restaurant, as the sun is setting. Two teenage girls are a little ways away from us. One girl takes a photo of the sunset with her phone, and we overhear this conversation.)

Girl #1: *typing* “One of the most beautiful views I’ve seen in a while. Waffle fry sunset, waffle fry outdoors, waffle fry sky…”

(She trails off as she sees the other girl looking at her strangely.)

Girl #1: “What?”

Girl #2: “Did you just call the hash-tag symbol a waffle fry?”

Girl #1: “Yeah. Why?”

Girl #2: *laughing* “You are so weird!”

Girl #1: “Come on, I’m not the only one who does it.”

(At this point, my husband decides to put his two cents in.)

Husband: *calling over* “It’s true! I do it all the time!”

Girl #1: *triumphantly* “See?!”