Most Fridays I take Val to Arby's for lunch after gymnastics. We often
see some interesting folks, like the elderly identical twins who, each
time we see them, tell us they're twins. But today was kinda special.

First, a grizzled old woman wearing a kerchief told me 'this is the
life! You don't have to make something at home. I could stay here all
day!'

Then I heard a bunch of kids and looked back to see that the place was
being overtaken by a group of Amish moms and their flock of kids, all of
whom were clamoring for popcorn chicken.

As I was taking Val to the bathroom a boy pointed out that when you see
the ATM sign backwards, it's totally MTA.

3 star meal, indeed.