My Dinner with Tommy

My stepmother and I were getting horrible service in a restaurant, simply because we were wearing jeans. After we we sat down, a young couple was seated next to us—so they could get terrible service, too.

Well, my stepmother and the young man were soon up in arms, standing next to each other and screaming at the maître d' a number of expletives not really fit for print. I'm actually surprised we weren't all given the bum's rush, if you get my meaning.

Anyway, I had my young son with me, and the young lady was soon sitting Read more