Last night, Dickenator was in town so Puppy, Reebs and I did a little dining out in the 'hood. We went to a local restaurant that's definitely having its moment since the last time we tried to eat there we were quoted a two-hour wait. This time, the hostess said she could seat us outside immediately, so we were pleased. Suddenly, this surly-looking girl with messy hair and a disheveled cardigan hobbled to the hostess on her single crutch and blocked my way in the restaurant doorway. I couldn't exactly hear what was going on, but she and her elderly parents were seemingly more important than us and got the table outside.
The hostess rolled her eyes and apologized to us for the misunderstanding and convenience. She even brought us a plate of very yummy meatballs to enjoy while we waited.
I don't really know what happened, but the crutch-girl better watch her back. I won't soon forget that jacked-up face and bad attitude.
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