I am sitting in the loudest, most obnoxious Chili's ever at this point, wondering, "Who are these people!" There are eight children...I know this because I had to count to make sure, sitting at the table next to me. No, wait, its NINE! That little one with the drool on this chin. He was hiding! They are accompanied by three women, who I can only assume are the mothers of these children - which leads me to wonder, "is that three each, or was one more eager than the rest?" The boys are playing some sort of super powers game, while the girls are feeding french fries to one of the youngest, which is now facinated with everything other than her food.
Sweet - the guy just asked me how my steak skewers were. I had asked for "medium, with a slight bit of red in the middle", and I got "grey, without the slightest bit of juice left". I'm not picky, but I am also honest. So I tell him. He is understandably concerned and offers me a free dessert. Normally, I would be all over this, but today I am feeling that I just don't need 10,000 more calories and politely decline. Again, I am not picky. But, I state, I could use another frosty beverage - which illicits a pause. Longer than I expect, I state that a soda would be ok. Again, I
am not picky, but hey, he is offering. So I zero in for the kill. Suffice it to say, the good folks at Chili's and my supervisor (en francais = chef) comes through on his word and buys me a second beer.
This particular Chili's and Brad (or Chet, Bryan, or Todd...) have my seal of approval.
Ta ta for now.
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