Mom and I were out loafrin' the other day and decided to go to Pizza Hut for lunch. It was late in the afternoon and the place wasn't very busy. We were listening to a couple sitting in a corner booth across the restaurant (yes, they were that loud) talking to the manager about how they had been here, there, and everywhere, and done this, that, and each other.
I'm not sure what we were trying to talk about, but suddenly I asked Mom if she had tried the new Dominoes crust. At that exact point in time the waitress walking behind me, tripped over her feet and dropped the tray that she was carrying. "What did you say?" she asked.
I repeated what I had said about trying the new Dominoes crust, and dang it if she didn't drop that tray again. Only this time it was on the customers seated a few tables away from us.
"Hey Larry! (the manager) This lady just said the "D" word. Can you believe it? Do you think we should make her leave?"
What followed next could best be described as an uncomfortable silence. I'm usually not at a loss for words but Mom and I just stared at each other and waited.
I'm sure it was only a few seconds but it seemed like an eternity before the know-it-all piped up in the corner and said, "You know, I used to work at Dominoes, we used to do this, and their crust was blah, blah, blah..."
We just smiled at each other and shook our heads. Like I've said before, know-it-all's, there's one in every crowd.