
I may not be lucky, but I did manage to get stuck under the table promptly after I arrived at the restaurant. I didn't know most of the people at Jo's party, so I decided to sit next to the ones that I did. Unfortunately, the spot close to them was right in the corner and everyone would have to get up for me to get in there. So, I did what any logical person in such a situation would do: I got down on the floor to climb under the table to the free spot. But the table was heavier than expected and closer to the bench than expected and I got stuck. The meal was delicious and we discovered an adequately lit and reasonably quiet lounge excellent for conversation. I got stuck under the table. Wow...I'm the prettiest person I know.
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Oh I remember those two crazy love birds. They sure made my trip uncomfortable - "yikes somehow the look-out car has become the make-out car!"
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