Saturday, January 8, 2011

B is for...

B is for booth.

Restaurant booths to be specific. I hated going out with the family to certain restaurants. The busy restaurants where you didn't have a choice of a booth or table, you took first available. My luck usually got us stuck in a tiny booth where I spent most of my meal having the Heimlich performed by the table. Sometimes I was lucky to have a table that was so tight my boobs were where my plate should have been. I memorized the restaurants that had tables that weren't bolted to the floor. Why you ask?  So that I could discreetly slide the table out and give me more room, of course!

I love going into any restaurant and not having to worry if I will fit in their booths.

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