So I was eating at TGI Friday’s for the first time since age 8, and for the second time in my life.  The first time I ate there was in Alabama.

So I sat down with my family, and at the table next to us was a party of 17.  At one table.  The waiter said that our service might be a little slow, because this party of 17 just came from the airport and didn’t have a reservation.  Consequently, the restaurant was understaffed.

Usually when I go out to eat I don’t do a whole lot of talking.  I people watch.  I gathered this party was one family: Uncle Dad, Aunt Mom, and their 15 Cousin-Kids.  They flew in for the Nascar race this week.  I figured the Nascar part out because they were all wearing Nascar hats and  Nascar shirts (sponsored by Home Depot).

Everyone (except for little Billy-Joe) was drinking Budweiser at 11am.  But, as the sayin’ goes, “It’s 5 o’clock somewhere.”

So I slurped away at my French Onion Soup and waited for their food to arrive.  They all ordered hamburgers.  All. Hamburgers.  (except for little Billy-Joe who got chicken fingers).  My family is pretty hickish as it is, but the beer and the hamburgers?

It gets better (or maybe worse):

“Remember that time when Bobby dun got his Dee Ewe Eye?”

“That time when he tried to run away from tha cops?”

[Laughter ensues]

It made for good people watching, at least.