DINING AND DIVING AT DOODLES

On my hike down memory lane, I stumbled across this gem……….

Dining and Diving at Doodles

Being of advanced age, yeah I’m no spring chicken, my grandson has become my main caregiver. As reward for his devotion, and to overcome our mutual boredom, we have a ‘date night’ when we go out for a meal.

On one night we chose a place called Doodles, where they have those all in one table and bench contraptions that you see in parks. Now, my being in a wheelchair had already attracted attention, and everyone watched us coming in, but ignoring them, I clambered out and clumsily lifted my bad leg over the bench.

Settling down on the narrow seat, I scooted backwards for a more comfortable position. To my horror, I shot clean off the bench, smashed my head on the next bench and landed on my butt in a perfect V, with my feet in the air, and my dignity out the window.

Everyone, including Vaughn, was outwardly shocked and concerned, but secretly greatly amused, and doing their best not to laugh out loud.

They didn’t fool me. I knew I was going to be the, uh, butt, of their jokes for years to come.

3 thoughts on “DINING AND DIVING AT DOODLES

  1. I’m enjoying catching up with the blogs. I hope you had a Merry Christmas, and wish you a Happy New Year.

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