Snapshots

I had dinner at Chilis tonight, and it was just filled with cliches:
The young Air Force guy next to me told me a story about being station in Qatar, and he ordered a swordfish and it was as long as the bar (7 feet) and he was pissed because they made him go through all these local customs before he could eat it.

There were a new mom, a 15 day-old baby, and Gramma and Grampa (couldn't have been older than 40) across the bar. It was a smoking bar, and people were smoking (somebody loudly exclaimed that "South Carolina is the tobacco state!") Anyway, Grampa was holding the baby, feeding her a bottle, and was steadying the bottle with his chin while he drank his Bud Light and argued with his wife about which NASCAR race he would get to go to this year.

And this last thing wasn't a cliche, but it was too good not to repeat: The sportscasters on the TV were discussing which Wiggles songs were their kids' favorites. They discussed it for minutes.