when house hunting check out the people

Some of you may know I can be a little judgemental. It's a fault, I know. But it has saved my bacon several times. Like telling JaDee that I will not live in Detroit. At the time of that statement I had never been but I knew I would never live there. Then out comes Eminem and his lovely "songs" and a critically acclaimed movie "8 Mile." See. My point exactly.

While house hunting yesterday to show JaDee the 5 homes on my short list, we had to stop to eat. We chose Pizza Hut because of the buffet and my kids like pizza. We were in Wasilla. Now I actually know a person from Wasilla and NOT just Sarah P. She is great and we are friends. We are fellow Twilight Groupies and too old to really care as much as we do. In fact she is coming up from UT over the holidays and I will be seeing her (hopefully she won't read this post before she gets on the plane)! Anyway this post is not directed towards her or any of her relations.

So back to Pizza Hut. See now that we are not in UT they can serve alcohol at local eating establishments, such as Pizza Hut. And you can take your kids to a cheap easy place to eat on the first day of Christmas Break. Sounds to me like a recipe for a good time. The noise level can only be likened to that of the Delta Center when the Jazz have made it too the NBA finals. The line at the buffet was a feeding frenzy of sharks on a freshly killed sea turtle. And the bathrooms were cess pools. Really. Carter almost gagged.

Now the funniest was the couple that sat behind us right before we left. They were this cute little couple in their early 70s. Little Grandma Lady had a bun in her hair and big glasses, polyester pants and a tucked in turtleneck sweater. Little Grandpa Man had a buffalo check plaid shirt, bright blue work jeans, and a baseball cap perched on his head. They shuffled into the booth with a sliver of pizza each on their buffet plates and sat down to daintily eat their meal as only Little Grandma/Pa People can.

Until out comes the waitress with 2 huge glasses of beer and a ginormous pitcher that you can't even get that big in a sports bar. While we got our coats on Little Grandma Lady downed half of her glass and Little Grandpa Man was filling his second. Hindsight being what it is I should have asked the following three questions that came to mind: 1) Do you realize that it is noon and you are getting sloshed in a Pizza Hut full of kids? 2) Where do you live so that I can stay far away? 3) Are you really driving home?