(I keep wanting to write iHop.)
Dear lady at the next table: You brightened my day when you stopped to remark on how well-behaved Alden is. Thank goodness you weren’t around all morning when I had to repeatedly tell him to stop poking me in the face.
Dear tired-looking young woman at the kitty corner table: You paid for your meal from a wallet brimming with singles. I assume you are a valet.
Dear waitress: Please don’t bring the adults’ food and then tell us the toddler’s meal will be a few minutes. He will eat all our blueberry compote and then beg the manager for his pancake when she innocently says hello. Nobody wins in this scenario.
jaysaint 
Posted by travellight on January 2, 2010 at 7:45 pm
When I pay with a wallet brimming with singles, people assume I’m a stripper.
Posted by travellight on January 2, 2010 at 7:45 pm
When I pay with a wallet brimming with singles, people assume I’m a stripper.
Posted by geobabe1 on January 2, 2010 at 10:33 pm
Any waitress worth her salt knows you always bring the kid’s food first. They don’t have the patience to wait, and mama’s food doesn’t get cold while she’s getting the youngun’s plate all set.
Posted by geobabe1 on January 2, 2010 at 10:33 pm
Any waitress worth her salt knows you always bring the kid’s food first. They don’t have the patience to wait, and mama’s food doesn’t get cold while she’s getting the youngun’s plate all set.
Posted by Anonymous on January 3, 2010 at 11:08 pm
I have no idea who this person is (or what he looks like), but I had to go back and edit my response because I felt bad that no one so far had picked handsome! Aww!
Posted by Anonymous on January 3, 2010 at 11:08 pm
I have no idea who this person is (or what he looks like), but I had to go back and edit my response because I felt bad that no one so far had picked handsome! Aww!