Wow.  I am not sure even what to say to this one which we saw in the parking lot of a Waffle House in Gainesville, GA on our way to the outlet mall.    Does this mean that God drove his Jag to the Waffle House on a Saturday morning?  Or, does it mean that God purchased this Jag for the owner who was eating scattered, covered, and smothered hashbrowns at the Waffle House?

We just don’t know.