We missed our connection coming home, and Delta put us up in a hotel right next to a waffle house. Pretty much the exact same situation, but the dude toting the pistol was the nicest guy in the world, he actually had two guns, one in front, one in back. As we were leaving and heading across the parking lot to the hotel he said "y'all white, want me to walk you back to your hotel?" When I declined he said he would be watching us, and if we got in any trouble just to yell for him.
I can still picture him just getting ready to send a bunch of terribly aimed shots in our general direction if we happened to get robbed in the 200 feet from WH door to the hotel.
The one thing I will never understand about the WH is how do they get all the damn grease from the griddle onto the plate? Like are they ladling that shit onto the plate? Food cant be that greasy that even after it is taken off the griddle is still just oozes grease, can it?