Our good friend B.J., when we are trying to decide where to eat out together, refuses to go to Texas Roadhouse. She says that allowing peanut shells to be thrown on the floor just teaches children (and adults!) to be messy and disrespectul of others’ property.
She’s probably right. But we ate out with some other friends on Thursday and went to the Roadhouse. For a short bit, Bill carefully placed peanut shells on his plate . . .
. . . but by the time that we left, he’d given up all pretense at being neat.
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