This is why we can't go to nice places.

A few nights ago, Drew and I traveled up to Evanston for dinner. We found an amazing BBQ place with possibly the best nachos and milkshakes I've ever had. But better than the food was the entertainment. We were seated in a booth with very high backs on the seats, so that you can't see over it. It was very cool, sort of like being in your own room in the restaurant.

As we sat down, we heard the family next to us talking. The conversation started getting increasingly out of control. It seems that the father brought his two sons, one college-age and one around ten, to the restaurant for a "nice night." He kept making proclamations in a heavily accented voice like "I am going to tell you something important. Are you listening? Okay. 'No pain, no gain.'"

Needless to say, it was a pretty entertaining evening. We had a very good time listening to their stories and arguments. As they were leaving, we heard the mother say "There were people sitting in the next booth? I didn't notice. They didn't say anything for the whole meal!"

Uh, embarrassing. That's because we were listening to you the whole time, lady.