If Ya Gotta Go You Gotta Go

Victoria is notorious for having to poo at every restaurant as soon as the food is served.  Our relatives out in CO found that out last week.  I was sitting next to Ted when our piping hot chicken was served and I got the whisper - she had to go.  Not a shocker.

Sometimes I get annoyed.  That evening in CO, she saw I was annoyed and apologized while sitting there on this public toilet her little feet dangling in the air.  I felt sad.  It was what it was.  She had to go.  From now on, I would be careful to not let her know how much I dislike standing in a stall looking all around but at her waiting for her to get the job done.

Yesterday after the zoo, we stopped by Snuffy's Malt Shop for lunch.  Who doesn't love some ice cream before their meal on a hot summer afternoon.  Everything was going well.  Everyone was behaved and loving our strawberry malt we were sharing and then the food was served.  I ordered a delicious grilled cheese, bacon and tomato sandwich.  The kids were digging into their food then I got the whisper. 

This time I was careful to be so kind and I had strategically picked the table closest to the bathroom.  Quite possibly the worst seat in the house, but being close to the bathroom is so important.  So I led her to the bathroom and told her I'd be right outside the door, no need to yell for me, I'd be back in two minutes.  I sat down with Christian for another minute of so then popped my head in the bathroom - she needed more time.  I sat back down with him then went back again.  She was done so I told Christian to come in with me.  He went too as I help her, then helped them both wash their hands and we walked back out to find

our table had been cleared and two people were sitting at it!

I was so stunned I wasn't even sure what to do!  We were standing about three feet from these people when we walked out and Victoria pointed right at them and said loudly, "Hey! What are they doing at our table and where's me cheeseburger?!"  

I stopped the first server I saw and told him what happened then the kids and I slinked into the closest table - right across from 'our' table.  It was so awkward. So weird.  The waitress came over and apologized then the manager did the same.  He remade the kids' food, I had lost my appetite.  Then insisted on making us a malt while we waited.  Next thing we knew we had three huge chocolate malts.  The kids were in heaven as we all glared at the couple in 'our' table.  Their food came.  It was hardly touched since they had just consumed more ice cream than they had all summer combined. 

Lunch was on the house - duh! And we were outta there. 

I can't remember a more awkward meal in all my life.

But I am left with a hankering for a grilled cheese, tomato and bacon sandwich today.