A girlfriend invited us to the House of Blues for its legendary gospel brunch. Think spirituality at its finest...sprinkled with mimosas, biscuits and gravy, and bread pudding to die for.
I'm in line at the omelette station with Amara. I'm ordering the usual - scallions, tomatoes, mushrooms, and just a bit of ham. But Amara is obviously upset the chef is taking way too long to perfect the eggs. So I pick her up and latch her on to my right hip. I start to sway from side to side to the uplifting gospel music when I feel a pat to my rear. It wasn't an oops-I've-accidentally-bumped-into-you pat. Nor was it a great-run-into-the-endzone-for-a-touchdown swat.
Someone gently but loving patted my derriere. I assumed Dad2Amara decided to join us in line. Hornball.
But I was wrong.
A grinning elderly woman had grabbed my Asian posterior and commented, "I love that you're dancing! I saw you shaking and it made me smile."
Ewwwww. I feel violated.
hahahahahahaha!
ReplyDeleteOk, that's just weird!
ReplyDeleteEeeew! is right!!!
ReplyDeleteA few more visits to our table by the server with the magic pitcher and you wouldn't have minded...or maybe you wouldn't have noticed.
ReplyDeleteTag!
ReplyDeletethat is the strangest thing... i feel dirty for you...
ReplyDeleteYikes! An elderly lesbian lech!! What did you say back to her?
ReplyDeleteHysterical and gross! miss you guys! -Jaci
ReplyDeleteLibsmom - I couldn't say a word. I was speechless!
ReplyDeleteWell, that is very odd! You should put a sign on your butt that says, "Hands to self!"
ReplyDeleteName the day and we'll go to the Foundation Room...as long as Dad2Amara doesn't blame me for your boozing!
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