There was a long line when we got there and if you do not move up when the line moves, you are given the evil eye directly spawned from the depths of hell. Yikes. And, of course, any time I am with my daughter, we can't help but make stupid jokes and tend to be a little silly. This, in turn, makes us laugh a little louder than seniors apparently approve of on their 'laughter loudness' scale. I'm only guessing on this from the considerable amount of heavy sighs and more evil eyes pointed in our direction. Goodness! These people don't smile!
The food looked okay. I , however, wouldn't particularly want to eat it, especially after my post the other day about that fuxhianhuiid fossil thing, but for the price my kids seemed pretty satisfied. As we were leaving and heading out, I was writing a check to pay. I asked the worker (also a senior) who to make the check out to. She said, "St. John Neumann" to which I replied, "Do they cash checks in heaven?" Well, she just glared at me like I was a total dumb ass. She wasn't laughing. Come on... that was freakin' funny!!!
The moral of the story... don't mess with the old folks at fish fries!
