Here's Part 1 of our "You Can't Make This Stuff Up" weekend:
When Hubby, the kids, and I got into town, we called E & my parents to let them know that we were close. They said that they were on the way back to the hotel and they had air freshener for our room. I told them they were kidding, and they laughed and assured me that they were not kidding. They said they'd gotten us the best room after looking at 4 rooms prior to picking this one for us. E booked our hotel rooms using an online service where you can't get out of it once you get there and see how the rooms really look (or how they really smell).
So, we got there & it was as bad as they said...you can't make this stuff up! But, we told ourselves that we wouldn't be there long and we could make it. It was time to go to dinner. E picked the restaurant. Her first nursing job was in Tuscaloosa, and she lived there for about 2 years. The restaurant she picked was a diner with good Southern food that we had been to before. The waitress is where this story gets better (or worse).
Our waitress was petite. She had brown hair with bangs. Let's just say that she had the look of someone who had experience with life, and let's just say that she shared all of her worldly knowledge with us (including our 8 year old son and 7 year old daughter). Check back for Part 2 in my next post to find out more about her stories of stuff that you can't make up!
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