I remember going to eat at a restaurent once and the hostess goes to sit us at this booth that's got a toally sticky kid, fully standing on the booth and turned around getting everything else all sticky. The kid's mom is just sitting there, ignorning him.
I ask the hostess if there's anywhere else we could sit and she snottily asks, "Well, where would you LIKE to sit?"
To which I reply, "Anywhere there isn't a sticky little kid."
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