Diner

Okay, s0o0o0o0o, there is this ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE little diner that is across the street from the ski lodge. Mark and I are slightly obsessed with it. It is so country and Mom and Pop cliché is written ALL OVER IT, but we just have to! :-)

We eat there every morning we go skiing! It is always part of the agenda...

So of course, Sunday morning, we headed to the Ritz... :-) ((That's the name of the little diner....)) The SHERRIFF was there waiting on his wife! BAHAHAHHAA* PERFECT! Then a family of four came in and the Dad started smoking around his 4 and 5 year old son and daughter! Wow! Awesome! THEN a guy came in and the waitress already knew his name AND his order! Boom shak a lak a! :-)

Then the good part came....Mark wanted to 'splurge' on our breakfast! He didn't want water.... he wanted chocolate milk... I told him to dream big.... lol....

So the waitress came over to take our order. Mark winked at me and informed her he would be opting for chocolate milk instead of aqua that morning. To which she dropped a BOMB on him....

"Large, Extra Large, or Extra Extra Large?" She asked.

I didn't chuckle when I saw the sheriff sitting in the corner of the diner.

I didn't even yell at the ignorant Dad feeding his children second hand smoke with their biscuits and gravy.

I didn't crack a smile when the waitress already knew the 'regular's' order.

But when this chick asked, "Large, Extra Large, or Extra Extra Large?" I WAS DONE!

You know, in the big city, we call those options:

Small,

Medium, and

Large....Not there....

Mark decided to order the large to be on the safe side. He received about 10 oz of chocolate milk.

I wonder if someone orders the extra, extra large, if the waitress goes in the kitchen, opens a jug of milk 3/4 full, pours Hershey's syrup into the container, shakes it all up, then sets it on the table. All one gallon of milk.

Hmmmm.... Maybe next time.....