What better way to celebrate Sweetest Day yesterday than to go out to dinner with the inlaws.
We walked up the street for some good Mexican food and margaritas. We were taken to a booth of our choice and given a highchair for the little one. The booth though was rather small to accomodate the four of us and the baby and the baby's toys and all of our outter clothing due to the onset of cold weather with the changing season.
"Here, I'm going to just put my coat and the baby's extra clothing layers on this chair over at the next table because we're so cramped with space."
"Oh, good idea, me too."
So we stack up our things on the chair next to our table just as the waiter approaches delivering chips and salsa.
The waiter glances at the clothes, glances at the baby, glances at us, and back at the clothes.
Maybe to my mother in law, he looked concerned about us using another table, so she opens dialogue with him.
"Well, if the restaurant fills up and you need us to move those, just let us know and we'll take our clothes off...."
And she pauses and smirks.
Then continues, "...the chair."
The waiter looked at us like we were crazy. We laughed endlessly while my husband looks to his mother and says, "You're cut off...already!"
His mother replies, "~but I haven't even had a margarita yet!"
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Hehe... I bet some strange stories circulated among the restaurant staff that evening! ;)
I waited tables through college, so I know how you feel. I probably would have opened the dialogue back up with "Wow, these 'ritas must be strong. Here they are still in my hand and you're two steps from dancing on the table. Just let me know when you need a refill!"
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