as always - the food was amazing. i'm talking amazing, amazing. i love the garage soup shack. soup from the shack, even on a 75 degree day, makes the world go round.
then my mom called. she was in town and decided she would join us. so she got there and placed her order and everything was great. there was only one problem - yellowjackets. boooo. and they were all over the place. me? i didn't care. i was too busy enjoying my lunch but my mom on the other hand was going nuts. i mean coo-coo-pants. everytime a yellowjacket would get close she'd jerk her body around as if she were having a major seizure and then if that didn't work she'd start swatting. mind you, here we are, this beautiful day out on the patio surrounded by the other 30+ tables and here's mamacita - losing her mind over the bees. (sidenote: apparently she was stung about 10 years ago and her jerking/seizure methods have worked since then). so i calmly say to one mamacita, "ummm, yo, mama... be cool my baby. if you don't bother them, they don't bother you." so right after i finish my sentence one starts flying around her head and she closes her eyes (tightly) and starts to shut down... or so i think (as pictured below):
the bee flew around for a second and i said, "ummm, mom... he's gone." she ignores me. i briefly looked at kevin, whos face was red from holding in the monster laugh he was about to let loose and then i say, "MOM... HE'S GONE." to which she replies, "i was praying." bwaahahahaha! seriously gotsa' love the mama.so after that little yellowjacket episode (and my 4th ice tea) i decided i needed to go potty. so i go on into the garage and head to the rest room. this is where it happened friends. i stooped to a brand new low. as i was approaching the rest room i noticed this very nice looking old man (you know the type... sun shade hat to block the sun off his head, big ole' sun shades to go over his regular glasses, hawaiian shirt, long pants, velcro shoes, 80+ years old) very obviously looking around for the bathroom. we were both directly in front of the unisex bathroom door... he was there first people... but i knew where it was. so i cut him off at the pass. that's right... i barged on in and quickly shut the door.
it should make you a little less judgemental to know that i did hurry. i really did. and when i came out, he smiled. maybe he didn't even realize what i had done. (i'm going to stick with this story...)
gotta love lunch at the garage on a tuesday afternoon. :)
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I have found that when you do something like that and then come out and the person or people see that you are prego, its like a get out of jail free card. :)
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