Barbara L
Traveling Welcome Wagon
Princess Fiona, you reminded me of a great restaurant memory. The funny thing is, it came to me just the other day, before you started this thread, and now again.
My Uncle Glen was the manager of Aunt Emma's Pancake House in San Diego. At least a couple times, for our birthdays (I was probably 11 the first time, and Diana is 18 months younger than me), Uncle Glen and his girlfriend Peggy took Diana and me to dinner for our birthdays. It was just the four of us, and we felt so special. We wore our nicest dresses and we felt so grown up to be going with them, and without our parents.
At one of these dinners we got on the topic of manners or rudeness. My uncle was sitting there, elbow on the table, fist under his chin, staring at Diana, and he said, "Well at least I don't watch people eat." It was probably about 5 seconds later that Diana realized he was staring at her. We had a huge laugh, and every now and then throughout the years someone would out of the blue say, "Well at least I don't watch people eat!"
Barbara
My Uncle Glen was the manager of Aunt Emma's Pancake House in San Diego. At least a couple times, for our birthdays (I was probably 11 the first time, and Diana is 18 months younger than me), Uncle Glen and his girlfriend Peggy took Diana and me to dinner for our birthdays. It was just the four of us, and we felt so special. We wore our nicest dresses and we felt so grown up to be going with them, and without our parents.
At one of these dinners we got on the topic of manners or rudeness. My uncle was sitting there, elbow on the table, fist under his chin, staring at Diana, and he said, "Well at least I don't watch people eat." It was probably about 5 seconds later that Diana realized he was staring at her. We had a huge laugh, and every now and then throughout the years someone would out of the blue say, "Well at least I don't watch people eat!"
Barbara