Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssst. Feel better?

Sorry. I figured a corny joke is good for diffusing tension.

But.... Didn't you tell the old women the table was reserved for you? Plus, where were the attendants? They're supposed to back you up if the table was reserved for you.


As for the teen boys. Don't feel bad. They're like teens everywhere. I almost ran over a teenage iPod zombie once who was taking his sweet time to cross the street. He did his strut, oblivious to everyone else on the road.

My wife got pissed and asked me to run him over. Me, I was more than happy to oblige.

I gave a quick squeal of the front tires which shook the knucklehead out of his fantasy world.