Dear Ann... Yesterday I was taken out to lunch by an important group where I am employed. As I and the group walked into the NICE restaurant for our "FUEL" (fuel to me now) The instant question out of the waitresses mouth, as we entered, was: Would you like a table, or a booth" Instantly I panicked, Table!!! (I thought to myself)!! No I can sit/fit in a booth now, I sighed with relief.
Ann, in the past, I went to many a restaurant, from the .99 cent ones to the $60.00 ones (Big Mac is a Big Mac is a Big Mac now) and the very first thing I would do is scope out the place. Having a good eye, determining if I WOULD or WOULD NOT fit behind the booth, and have my gut rubbed raw by the table edge was a large determining factor for me in where I would sit. 90% of the time it was a no brainer, "TABLE"
Now Ann, I no longer wonder, but I still have that tinge of fear, that hopefully will pass when I hear this question: Table or Booth?
Will these feelings of dispair eventually subside, or am I destined to think this way my entire life?
I did gleefully say BOOTH in a bold voice, and ordered a salad, and a LARGE water with lemon.
Your faithful reader.
-Mike