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Sunday, December 31, 2006
Yesterday, Tania and I were at a restaurant, the kind where you place your order, then get a number, then they yell out your number and you go to pick up your food. We got our food, I forget our number, but as we sat there, they kept calling out numbers.
63! 64! 65! 66!
We were just about done with our food and I said to Tania, "We have to wait until they yell out 69. I want to giggle."
So Tania was OK with it and she kind of laughed, but I could also see a thought run through her head, which was probably something along the lines of, "I've made a huge mistake."
Anyway, they yelled out 68 and we waited. They didn't seem close to yelling out the number I wanted to hear, so I decided we should leave. I walked slower than normal to the door, and they still didn't yell. Just as we walked out the door, I heard "69!" I gave a patented Bill fist pump and we went on our way.
Perhaps as we enter this new year, this 2007, I will grow up a bit and not giggle every time I hear 69. But I doubt it. I can't wait until I turn 69-years-old. That is going to be the funniest year ever.