Sheila and I headed to the restaurant, she made a reservation for our large motley group of 11. On the way there we called my brother to sycronize times. He seemed to be pretty much on time, and would arrive about 5 to ten minutes after us. He also informed us of his reservation for 11. We decided to take our seats and get our drinks since we were thirsty. We asked if they had two reservations for our party of 11, and they did not.
Ho Hum....
We perused the menu, keeping a keen eye on the door. Suddenly a black bus rode by the window, "Ah they are here," I said to Sheila.
tick...tock.....tick tock
I guess someone needed a diaper change or something.....
Suddenly my phone starts "the Adams Family" song.
"Yes. Are you guys here? We are already seated," Sheila tells my brother.
"We are seated too," he tells her right back.
HMMMM I stand up and look around for a moment.
"I think I am at the wrong restaurant," my brother tells her.
We decided to have our seperate meals, Sheila and I enjoyed the peaceful nature of our meal. While Andy and crew had to contend with a loud redneck, and a kid with a migrane.
The error of my brothers ways boils down to one non-manly miscalculation, he relyed on his Tom Tom gps unit.
His temporary condition of selective hearing, caused him to ignore the directions verbally given to him, not once but twice during the day.
His over reliance on technology has earned him a new nickname.
Holy Shnikees it's Tom-Tommy Boy
What do you mean I have to use a map from the glovebox.
