Yesterday before heading home from Boise my Pappa and Grandma Weldon took my sisters and I out for breakfast. I had a great omelette, hash browns, and sour dough toast. My grandma was proud of me for my choice in toast. We used to complain about her sour dough pancakes as kids. I'm really growing up!!!
Breakfast was good and the company was better. It was a lovely time for everyone, except the old man sitting at the table behind us. I think I ruined his breakfast.
Picture this: Old man, long grungy hair, dirty baseball cap, few teeth, faded red and blue plaid shirt, dirt colored blue jeans . You get the picture, I am sure.
And now here is our conversation as I was walking out of the restaurant:Old Man: Excuse me.
Old Man: Would you like my daughter's phone number? She is a hairdresser. You would have to go to California.
Me: That is okay. I get my hair done in Rexburg.
Old Man: Well, I don't like it.
Me: That's okay,I do.
Old Man: Were you drunk when you did it? You look like a crazy lady!
No hard feelings. I'm still laughing!