
Tonight we went out to dinner. Ethan’s choice. He picked Mexican at our regular spot, Ensenada, or as he calls it, Amigos. He always orders the same thing, Letter F on the Kids Menu which consists of a cheese quesadilla and rice. Adam always orders the same thing, #4 which is two tacos, a burrito and something else. Adam always orders a couple of things off the a la carte menu, and this time it was a chalupa. Me? I always order pork carnitas or chile verde. Tonight I picked the chile verde.
About half way through our dinner, I notice this woman and her kid high tailing it out of their booth. He had his hand covering his mouth, and I knew what was coming next. Needless to say the kid didn’t make it to the bathroom.
I must have been the only person in the place to realize what happened because I heard people say things like “look, Mexican food is on the floor” and “look, a pile of poop on the floor’ and “look, someone spilled something.”
We’ve been eating Mexican at this place for over ten years, and everyone in the place knows our family, so I had no problem calling the manager over, and explaining it to him. Of course, the only thing he said to me was “I don’t want to look at it, but who did it?”
I just felt the need to share. Oh, and another thing, there is a waiter at the restaurant who looks just like Pedro from Napolean Dynamite. And get this, his name is Pedro. And even better? One day I saw him riding his bike and he jumped the curb. It was sweet, just like you’d expect from Pedro.