Things I Shouldn’t Have to Say/Explain
July 21st, 2012If you chant the word “underwear” one more time at the top of your lungs in this restaurant, it’s no TV tomorrow.
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One Response to “Things I Shouldn’t Have to Say/Explain”
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August 16th, 2012 at 7:53 am
It’s as if they know that the other diners are a factor that can change the natural course of things, so they want to try that out and see what happens.
Hmmmmmmm…What will Mom do here with all these people watching if I yell real loud? Let’s try it!
I overheard one mom say to her little fella, who was sitting right behind Mike tonight at the restaurant, “Dylan, NO! I don’t want syrup on my hamburger!”
Must have been real tempting to just see what would happen…….