One evening last week we went out to dinner. As we entered we saw a bright, informal dining area for breakfast, lunch, and casual family dining. There was also a larger, dimly-lit, more formal area where several couples and some small groups of adults were enjoying their meals. As we were escorted to our table in the adult section, we passed an arrangement similar to the one below, which separated the two eating areas.
After examining the menu and deciding what to order, I stared at the room divider and of course, fantasized about the choice of birch rods as decoration. Was the owner a closet spanko? I pointed out the birch rods to Ron, and he laughed and shook his head. He then assured me that they had had absolutely nothing to do with his choosing this particular restaurant.
I wonder.
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7 comments:
LOL! It's just always on our brains, isn't it?
You didn't ask for a doggie bag for the birch rod you selected for dessert? LOL
Katia
Love the way your mind works! Meow
Glad to see your thoughts are always n the right place.... Did you ask if you could buy some for your house???
We do have a birch tree in our backyard, but unfortunately it died.
Red
Mick - Er, yes, it seems to be.
Katia - That's a better idea than enjoying it at the restaurant.
Meow - Thanks.
Redxxx - We had one too, but they don't live long, thanks to birch borers.
Hugs,
Hermione
Gosh, Bloggers really playing up this morning..
Lovely, I'd like to think the restaurant owner was a spanko :)
Thanks Hermione.
Love.
Ronnie
xx
Ronnie - W, too bad. You do seem to have a lot of trouble with Blogger.
Have a wonderful weekend.
Hugs,
Hermione
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