Mr. Basketmaker and I had a little treat this morning. Because we both are self-employed and work from home, we rarely go out to eat, unless we’re on the road. But this morning, before we went to pick up his new dog at the vet’s, we decided to have breakfast at a local Waffle House. And as we pulled in, it dawned on us that we have almost been here for a year and we have never went out for breakfast in our new little quirky town!
But that’s not really the treat. While Eric drank his coffee and me my hot chocolate, the man sitting next to us took out his guitar and started playing. So cool! We listened to live music while eating breakfast — Eric enjoyed his eggs and hashbrowns and me, chocolate chip waffle of course!
I would sit next to this guy again anytime in a restaurant. Unlike the woman we sat next to a year ago. Remember her? We were eating breakfast in the evening on one of our trips to a workshop and this extremely loud-talker of a lady blurted out “Who would eat breakfast for dinner! Why would anyone eat breakfast this late at night?” If you forgot that gem of a story, you can find it here.
