My wife and I head to a local restaurant tonight to enjoy a nice end of the summer dinner. In we go and we're behind a lady and five of her small children. We're probably talking under eleven years old.
Momma asks the hostess if their table is ready.
No table under her name, the hostess reads off all the parties of seven waiting. No luck.
"Well my husband put his name in and you said to come back in 10-15 minutes."
"Oh yes now I remember, that was at 6:25, it's 7:10, sorry we had to give your table away. I can put your name back in but it's a 45 minute wait for a party of that size."
"Bitch" says momma as she walks out with her family.
- The Editor