"It sounded like one lady walked up and asked the other lady if she was in line for the waffle maker. She didn't answer so this lady started to make her waffle. The other confronted her and said, 'That was my waffle' and the other lady said, 'No, it's mine' and then it went down hill from there," Cole said.
And an extra-special bonus to this story: Ice cream sprinkles!
That's why they spell it M!ch!gan.
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