It is about stopping at an Outback Steakhouse for a nice dinner before checking into our hotel. Which is exactly what we were doing up until the moment the waiter brought our food. One second, we were chatting about the trip, enjoying the ease of dealing with just 2 out of the 4 at a restaurant. The next second, Number 3 took one glance at my grilled shrimp, made the all-too-familiar gag face, and well...I grabbed all the napkins I could and tried my best to minimize the damage.
As we've done seamlessly so many times before (see earlier post "Spanish for Throw Up"), I took the gagger out (this time sans shirt) while Joel asked the stunned, probably childless waiter, for to-go boxes.
We'll go home with one less outfit than we packed and two very important lessons: be careful what you order if you're sitting next to Number 3 and absolutely no Doritos on car trips.
Another day, another story,
Em
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