No Rules, Just Right--Wrong!

Outback Steakhouse used to have a saying that said, "No Rules, Just Right." Well, I guess that depends on who they let in the door.

Tuesday night, Tom and I went to our local Outback to celebrate his birthday early (since he'll be in some other country next week). Sam didn't want to go--Shari's pool was more appealing. That leaves us with just one other child. No problem, right? Wrong!

While the service was extremely slow for a Tuesday night, our other problem was Tommy the Tornado. Therefore, Tommy, we have come up with our own rules concerning you and the Outback.

Rule #1: You will not be allowed to enter Outback again until you are at least three years old. You will be required to stay with a babysitter if Mom and Dad eat there sometime in the future.

Rule #2: When, and if, you are allowed to return to the Outback again, you will not throw up in the waiting area--not on yourself, not on your dad, and especially not near the fancy shoes of the patron waiting next to us!

Rule #3: You must remember your manners--I repeat, it is not polite to throw Matchbox cars over the divider and into the booth next to us, especially when they land in the Ranch dressing of a nearby patron!

Needless to say, Tom was in a very bad mood when we left, and dinner had turned to takeout before the steak even arrived.