In the morning, I'm making waffles!

So I woke up today for my dreaded 8 A.M. class. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, we watched My Fair Lady which although I hated as a child I find it to be pretty funny and I couldn't help but feel that there was a homosexual undertone to the whole movie. So after class I went to the cafeteria with my friend and got breakfast. Now there isn't anything special about our school's breakfast except for one thing, waffle irons...as in do it yourself waffle irons. Normally there are two but today there was only one, so I saw that it was vacant and I decided it would be a good time to make my waffle. The second I got there a lady got behind me to make her waffle but she had to wait because I already poured the batter, so i poured the batter, closed the iron, flipped it and waited. 1 minute later I hear the bell go off and I instantly began salivating at the thought of a syrupy waffle in my mouth. So the moment of truth comes, I open the iron and my waffle is burnt to a crisp and stuck to the iron. I tried and tried but couldn't remove it, the lady behind me was getting antsy I could tell and started giving me tips, she told me to remove it with my hand, yeah and burn my fucking finger off? Thanks but no thanks. Then she asked if I sprayed the Iron with the Pam (cooking spray) I paused for a second realizing the error in my attempt at making a waffle. "Yes." I replied as to not look like a complete idiot. Anyway, she accepted defeat and turned away realizing she wouldn't be eating waffles today as would not the rest of the school. So I decided to get pancakes instead...but they tasted like shit so I didn't even eat them. So the moral of this story is to lie when asked if you remembered a simple step that you completely forgot.