This week is Tom's last week at Rock Island so we all went out to dinner to wish them well. We went back to The Boathouse Restaurant. It was much better this time so we have definitely decided that it must depend on the chef. There were about 25 - 30 of us there. They set up 2 long tables & gave each table to 2 different waitresses. When Bryan, Syd & I got there, there were only 2 spots left at the 1st table so we sat at the 2nd table. Once we got seated, our waitress (We'll call her the old lady) came over & got our drink order. Shortly after, a few people from the other table moved over to our table (Did you expect anything less?). The old lady nearly blew a gasket announcing that we were being difficult because we were moving around. That set the fuel to blazing so a few people had to move around just out of spite. Then some guy (I surely hope he isnt the manager) came over & told us we had to pick a seat & stay in it because it is just too confusing. They are now going to give everyone who moved a ticket to pay later & start their tabs over. I asked him why the old lady couldn't just rip out her piece of paper she wrote our order on & give it to the other little young chick. Apparently, that's not allowed. Needless to say, people continued to move around & the top of that guy's head nearly blew off!
All in all it was a great time & this southerner got a real kick out of the whole thing.
I will teach these Iowans to lighten up if its the last thing I do!
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