Saturday, March 6, 2010
The Sound of a Waiter's Tray Crashing to the Floor
When Hubs suggested we take the boys out for Pizza on a Friday night it sounded like a great idea. We go out to eat a lot. Lately it's been more difficult since Muffin prefers to stand instead of sit and he won't eat anything. A pizza joint on a Friday night seemed like a safe bet, boy was I wrong.
It took just a little too long for the pizza to come. Muffin wouldn't eat anything so the rest of us enjoyed a slightly overly greasy pizza. When Puck said he had to go to the bathroom I took him. Well, I had to take both boys with me since Muffin won't let us go without him.
There's a line. The mens room is locked too. What the heck to people do in there anyway? Seriously!?! I can see Hubs looking at us like what's taking so long. The lady in front of me is pregnant. I look at her cute belly and ask when she is due. Turns out it's her first and as she looks at my 2 rambunchkins she said,
"It's a little girl."
It felt more like, "It's a sweet little girl that will never be running around like your crazy little boys."
Finally we get our turn in the potty. By the time we get back to the table I'm spent and ready to go. Puck hops back into the booth and proceeds to eat more pizza. He's not done. Hubs must have seen the look on my face as I'm standing in the aisle holding a wriggling Muffin and suggests we wait in the car. A great idea!
Now, the part you have been waiting for...
Before I can take one step toward the door I feel Muffin rear back in my arms. First I hear the sound of breaking glass. Next I feel something warm on my leg, yep spaghetti sauce. I look down and see pasta and sauce and glass everywhere. I couldn't get around the mess on the floor so I turned on my heels and walked our the door without saying a word and without looking at anyone.
I don't think I want to go out and eat anymore, at least for a while.