We are becoming quite the predictable patrons of Cecil Whitaker's customer appreciation day. Every Tuesday night they have large cheese pizzas for $3.99. Since this is our kids' favorite food, we have made Tuesday nights our "family night." I had to laugh tonight because as soon as we walked in the door our cute little waitress rattled off our order in question form. I feel like Norm on Cheers. We get the same thing every Tuesday and end the night with both girls getting gumballs out of the fun machine.
Tonight was different in that I either encountered a person with Touret's Syndrome or the rudest man alive. There was a heavy woman who walked out to her car. He stood there staring at her with a scornful look on his face, clicking his tongue like the school librarian used to do when I was talking too loud, and saying, "waddle waddle" the whole time she was walking. I felt like I was watching a train wreck. I didn't want to watch but I just couldn't believe he was doing this out loud. The next woman who came in had to endure his gaze right at her chest. Thankfully he broke the awkwardness by making a rude comment about something printed on her t-shirt. Then I was getting a piece of pizza and he actually came over and touched the pizza, which was balancing on the napkin holder. "I just would hate to see it fall on the floor," he said. I would too, but I sure would hate it to see it on your face if you touch my pizza again.
That's all for tonight. I'm off to re-read Redeeming Love, my favorite book. I think I need a reminder about grace.
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Ooh, I'm going to buy that book and take it with me on our trip. I plan to reread it by the beach and will probably finish it in about 2 days!
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