Anyway, Monday night, after a very long and stressful day, we were driving back from Portland and decided to stop at a Burgerville for dinner. I had my usual Tillamook cheesburger made with local-as-possible cheese, beef, lettuce, and California tomato (promised to be safe), real french fries, and of course a fresh strawberry milkshake - Oregon strawberries and local ice cream. Yum!
At the end of the meal, Scott and I waited as Munchkin finished the last of my milkshake. Our food wrappings were on the tray, so when a waitress walked by and asked if she could take it for us, I nodded. All of a sudden, Munchkin let out a blood-curdling scream and yelled at about 110 db for her to bring the tray back. (In Munchkin's defense, he'd had a very stressful day.) The waitress returned and asked apologetically, "Did I do something wrong?" I told her that Munchkin had left half of a french fry on the tray. The waitress left, and a minute later returned with wa fresh basket lined with paper and containing three french fries. She must have been a mom.