Monday, January 09, 2006
Foot in Mouth
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.