A packed and incredibly noisy Eddie’s Rocket wasn’t perhaps my no. 1 destination of choice after the 2 hour gymnastics show, but I was outnumbered by 4 to 1 and apparently a splitting headache does not give you an extra vote. Or five.
While the gymnast was cramming chips by the fistful, her brother was trying really hard not to regurgitate his hastily slurped milkshake, and cheesy chips and coke-soaked burger.
He had a look on his face that reminded us of the good old reflux days…
While Mrs mememe2u escorted him back to the car with the precaution of a nitroglycerin handler, I did the same with the bill.
It exploded in my face when I reached the till.