Logans Roadhouse

Yesterday Mina and I drove to Dayton to see visit some friends: Mike, Sarah, and their daughter Sophia.  It was a last minute, unplanned trip (the best kind of trips) and we loved every second of it. They’re practically family.  We always have such a great time even though we basically do a lot of nothing.

 

Sophia and I


For dinner we went to Logans Roadhouse, and well I need to discuss the situation at Logan’s.  Have you ever been?  People just throw their peanut shells ON THE FLOOR. Please look at exhibit A:

I think I was having an anxiety attack.  Every time I saw someone throw their peanut shells on the floor I wanted to go pick them up.  Ask anyone who knows me…I’m a clean freak.  In fact  I might be clinically diagnosed as slightly, borderline OCD.  Mina was having a great time. He had a huge grin on his face every time he threw shells on the floor.  Every time he dropped the shells, it brought him great joy and me great stress.  If they had handed me a broom, I would’ve swept the floors for them…

Has anyone else ever shared this same experience?  Stress.ful.

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