In the midst of camping for the past two weeks, I also drove 1,000 miles to attend a family reunion. Of course it was fun, but it was also funny.
Apparently no one expected such a large turnout. We met at the Pizza Ranch, but the room which held 30 was definitely not large enough as a slew of cousins appeared along with my aunts. Our party should have taken the restaurant, and the other diners taken the private room! The wait staff became overwhelmed. We had to prepay for the buffet and there was a loooooong line. Thus, we were told that if we were there for the reunion party to just go in and pay later.
Nobody on the staff gave us any attention as we ate and sat throughout the restaurant. We all laughed at our good upbringing, paying for our meals and not skipping out as we passed a ”buy one get one half off” coupon among us.
Family. Good times in the Good Life.