pete's arrival

well pete came home from florida today, all burned up and red as a plum. bearing gifts such as "seld-adhesive stylish mustaches" one for each day of the week! so we took him to the diner so he could dish about his vacation filled with whores and red necks. whilst dining, we heard loud thuds coming from a booth in the corner, where there were a few latinas and a tiny latinito! (baby latino boy). across the room was a booth full of seemingly harmless old lady's (looks are deceiving). turns out the baby was the one beating on the table, and screaming, while the old lady's lurk from the opposite corner.
right then we heard: "excuse me, is someone banging on the table or something?" from the oldster table. no response. a few seconds later: "can you make him stop? if he can't behave he should be told!" (or something retarded like that) just then one of the latinas shouted, "i don't complain when you can't drive! go break a hip or somethin!" a few seconds later the lovely old women get up and walk out (or so we thought) and the latina screams "hope you break your leg!" the whole while we were laughing hysterically and enjoying the antics. after mocking the entire spectacle for a good 30 minutes, we walked to the register to pay for our meal and who but the old ladies are sitting in a booth next to the window! THEY ACTUALLY MOVED TO GET AWAY FROM THE BABY!! moral of the story: old ladies are afraid of babies. and pete is home. aah, the joys of jersey city.

-Laura