Friday, December 17, 2004
A friend of mine told me about his son's activities when they went out for breakfast last Sunday. Apparently his son was standing on the seat facing away from the table. My buddy wasn't paying much attention until he saw the gentleman's eyes at the next table get very wide and then there was a large commotion with the man cleaning off his Sunday best.
The only thing my friend could do was to buy breakfast for the sprayed and apologize, profusely.
Now I remember why we don't take our kids out to eat...
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