The things people say

A couple who own a local jewelry store were in with their daughter and son-in- law. The husband, "Jeff", left the table to talk to me. He and his wife always drink wine and I noticed that his daughter and her husband were not indulging. I remarked on it and he said oh my kids don't drink and they don't do dope either. Now keep in mind this man is definitely over 60 maybe even close to 70 and has a very well-heeled clientele.
He then proceeded to tell me that he especially enjoys a little dope when he's feeling amorous and find it makes for a delightful evening. I asked him if he finds pot works better than Viagra. With a straight face. Oh yes he said it really mellows and relaxes both of us.
Nothing I said would have led him to confide his aphrodisiac use of an illegal substance. Maybe the wine lowered his inhibitions. You know, in vino veritas and all that.

Please Be Seated

We have two seating choices in our dining room: either a table or a booth. My European husband hates booths and claims they're only found in America. Is that true? Most Americans prefer a booth...even if they're too fat to squeeze into it. If I see an overweight diner entering I often steer them to a table, not offering a booth as a choice. They don't always get the hint and ask if any booths are free. Sometimes I can say all booths are reserved, just like during the holidays, if I see a family coming with 3 strollers, I tell them all tables are reserved. But sometimes they insist anyway and wedge themselves into a booth, often taking the tablecloth with them as it gets caught under their thighs. I have suggested to the servers that we put a scale in front of the booths and ask patrons to weigh first. Anyone over 150 gets a table.
Not being skinny minnnie myself, I empathize with overweight patrons. But I have also been in a situation where I couldn't squeeze into a tight spot at a restaurant and ended up taking the tablecloth off my table and an adjacent one as I tried to get to my seat.
I have an elderly patron who's thin and always requests a booth. Then complains about drafts every time the door opens. I offer to re-seat her at a more sheltered table, but she insists on remaining in a booth. Her server tells her every time the door opens take a sip of wine and you won't feel cold.