Write something that has to do with: the booth.
Kat and I spent the morning working on the yard and our house, attempting to get cleaned up and organized before winter's arrival. Made some good progress. Still, as always, lots left to be done.
Need to get last month's visit to Vancouver Irrealis figured out before I bring it back around again. Currently thinking/hoping that will be this Sunday.
Max turns two on Friday. I just... that's... how the... what?
"Order's up for booth fourteen."
"Oh come on, Peter... not you too."
"What are you talking about? And get this food out of my kitchen, I've got more coming in a hurry here."
"We don't have fourteen booths. There's only -"
"One shy of that. Yeah, I know."
"Great, we can't even say the number anymore? How incredibly juvenile."
"Hey, I don't really believe that crap, but rules are rules. Boss man says no mention of... that number... I say, You got it."
"Well I'm not putting up with it. Let me know when the order's up for booth th-"
"Hey guys? Guys?"
"The paramedics are at booth fourteen again... it's not looking good."