I have to tell a story on My beloved--BurroJoe.
The day after we were married we were on our way toward south Texas, our honeymoon destination.
As is policy whenever one is near, we stopped to eat at Cracker Barrell. A beautiful May afternoon lured us out to sit in the rocking chairs on the front porch as we waited for our table.
As we were waiting, we heard on the intercom "Rick, party of one, Rick Party of one, your table is ready".
Rick stood up from a rocking chair down from ours and began walking toward us in the direction of the restaurant door.
Not noticing this BurroJoe then very loudly quipped, in Rick's earshot "Who eats alone? Rick Party of One!! HA! Loser Party of one! That's what that means." I was horrified!
Sorry Rick. I bet you aren't a loser, but if you are we probably shouldn't have rubbed it in.
10 comments:
Are you sure Josh and Joseph aren't brothers?
I knew a Rick once.. I bet he ate alone too.
Come to think of it...so do I.
That's kind of mean!!!
Also--was Cracker Barrell that busy that they couldn't seat one guy?
lol holly.
In my defense (well, not really) I have a disproportionately large amount of these stories. Size 12 Nike's are unpalatable, initially. But, eventually, you acquire a taste for them.
yous funny burro
I eat alone sometimes, but not so much since a waiter brought my water and asked, "Couldn't you get anyone to join you?" Now, if that doesn't just make your day!
Hey Cris--we need a new post from yous. P.S. Is it just me or do the blogspotters try and use the most unreadble fonts possible for the word i.d.?
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