Why tempt in a family restaurant?
It happens to be so, that I’m at a juncture in my life cycle where everyone around me, except me, is jumping in the nuptial well. And as fate would have it, they make babies, and yes, our social meetings are usually at the so-called family restaurant.
Now before I embark to tickle ur funny bone, here’s my definition of a family restaurant. It’s a place where married people, with their offspring go to relax, celebrate or eat, in case the husband is too tired to cook (bet you gals didn’t catch the sarcasm there). So the expected decor has got to be very family oriented right?
But, whenever I’ve been to one of these “Family Restaurants”, I’m usually greeted by a hottie which rates at 9.5 on hottie richter scale, is of course well-endowed and not to mention proud of her assets and showing it off as well. Now, you think a man can sit in a restaurant, and eat in the face of this divine temptation. It’s the equivalent of having a hot-dog poster stuck in front of your treadmill, or running a marathon with a beer keg tied to your back.
And not to mention the age old alibi of the society that a man should stand firm on his ground in the face of temptation, well, Screw That. If they through it your way, take it and run like you wearing your neighbour’s shoes.
For a family restaurant they ought to have certain guidelines. For example, the stewardess should not weight anything less then 85 kilograms. Show have at least a well-trimmed moustache, if not the full beard. Should be an ardent advocate of No Deodorant Policy. So long and so forth.
Sadly at this point I got nothing to hare with my married friends, except…..Regret You Suckers!!!!!!!
Until Next Time…Keep Smiling…
