Mr. Samoa and I just got back from Treefilled County, where we spent the weekend at a lovely medieval style inn there. We had a pretty good time, though we are both the kind who only sleep well in our own bed and we are going to sleep like the dead as a result tonight. :P
One shares tables at mealtimes, and we were seated with a young couple about our age. I felt sorry for the poor wife, as she was a new mother (the baby was 2 months old and staying with Grandma) and was clearly looking for someone to compare notes with. So who did she and her husband get seated with? Me, the Childfree Hag, and two older couples whose children were likely older than she was. I was contemplating climbing onto the table and shouting, "Can we get another new mother in the house for this poor lady??" The waitress was also a trifle disconcerting. A gentleman at our table was allergic to peanuts (read this: http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/peanut-allergy/DS00710 to see why the following is inappropriate) and the waitress kept joking about putting peanut products in his food! He was joking back with her, but I nearly had a heart attack of my own, because the nearest EMS is 12-15 minutes away from this place! He was looking pretty frisky this morning, so I assume she wasn't serious; however, if I ever develop a food allergy of my own I think I will pack a sack lunch.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
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