(dinner at restaurant)
Me: “OK, time to head back to the hotel.”
(stands up)
Little Boy, next table, age maybe 5: (loudly) “See! I told you he was wearing a dress! See! See!”
Parents: (eyes wide) “Uh…”
Me: “It’s a kilt. They’re very comfortable. You should try one.”
TB: “Cool.”
Parents: (eyes wide) “Uh…”
(setting up workstation)
Me: “Oh, CRAP.”
Wonderful Wife: “What’s wrong dear?”
Me: “CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP”
WW: “Is there a problem?”
Me: “I have to setup my work PC so I can work from here but I can’t connect to wi-fi and my laptop isn’t’ connecting because wi-fi says Limited and I have to figure this out or I’ll have to drive home or something but the wi-fi is too weak so maybe I’ll setup on the back porch or maybe I have to go find a Starbucks but that really messes up my plans and this is just not working out and I think I’m going to lose my…”
WW: “OR… use the hard wired internet connection right here with this LAN cable hanging out of it.”
Me: (slow blink)
Me: “That could work.”
(at restaurant with My Oldest, age 15)
(family of four gets seated next to us)
Tiny girl, maybe 3: “I don’t want to sit here.”
Mom: “What’s wrong dear?”
(tiny girl runs around table to her dad)
TG: “That big man is angry! Why does he look so angry?”
Dad: “He’s not angry, honey.”
(I wave at her and smile)
TG: (suspicious stare)
TG: “OK.”
(walks back to her seat, eyeing me warily)
Oldest: (stifling laughter, tears in eyes) “I suddenly need to text all my friends. No reason.”
Very Vocal Viking 