Hey That’s My Food

What a difference in breakfast menus you get while staying in a motel, anything from a full blown sit down with hot coffee, to as little as a honey bun on your way out the door.

My wife Cindy has a reputation in the family of taking food right off your plate, we will all be in a restaurant and if she wants to try something you have, she will literally reach right over with her fork and take a bite right off your plate, the kids even got her a fork with a telescoping handle for Christmas one year, and with this new tool I knew we were all in trouble.

We stopped at a Best Western in Moriarty NM for the night when we went to Albuquerque with the kids, this particular motel we have stayed at more than once, because they always make you feel at home.

Their breakfast is number one in my opinion, and this is another reason we stay here, first thing the morning we were leaving Tim headed down to breakfast with Benjamin, Cindy and I followed behind just a bit later, as Cindy had to gather up all of her telescoping breakfast tools.

Walking into the breakfast area we saw Tim holding Benjamin while loading up a plate with food, behind him was a table with two plates of food and a high chair, Tim pointed across the room and said “lets set over there”

Cindy took Benjamin and reached for one of the plates, Tim said “Mom over there, not here” Cindy picked up the plate and continued walking, from the coffee bar came a shout, “Hey That’s My Food” Cindy put Benjamin in the high chair and grabbed the other plate.

Another shout, “What are you doing that’s my food” I thought the lady was going to go ballistic there for a minute, I was laughing so hard while Cindy returned the food and Tim apologized to the woman.

The woman actually laughed when she sat down at her table, she started back to the coffee bar but looked over our way, she suddenly picked up her plates and left the room, I suppose she decided to have breakfast back in her room, or either she didn’t want to chance a visit from the telescoping fork.