During education week, BYU is FLOODED with old ladies and a few old men. This would be okay if it were confined to campus. But no. I went out to lunch yesterday to Zupas, which is my favorite place to eat lunch EVER... and there was a herd of grannies clogging up the line. And every granny was saving a spot in line for 5 of her granny girlfriends, and the tables all had purses and jackets put on them to save their spots. I love old ladies. They are fun. But NOT in quanities large enough to force this poor young man to share a table with 5 geriatric strangers.
The poor little lamb. Those ladies cut in front of me in line. 3 of them. And none of them knew what they wanted. And they kept asking to taste everything, and asking for extra non-fat poppyseed dressing... and on and on and on.
All I ever wanted was a turkey bacon avacado panini.