The Golden Corral was the second stop of the day after wandering aimlessly around the massive expanse of a retail store that is the “Bass Pro Shop.” From one sensory overload to another, it was an afternoon of indulgence that only Southerners know how to partake of.
After feasting on the smorgasbord like Templeton the Rat at the fair, I made the necessary bathroom visit before departing. A few seconds behind me followed a very impressive child screamer of about five years old or younger, and his mother.
(Reminder: This encounter was so impressive, I’m writing a post about it, so don’t stop reading yet.)
I must confess that I stayed in the stall longer than I should have to listen to the outcome. It turned out to be dinner and a show. But more like a Radio Drama, since, you know, I couldn’t see their faces.
Scene: Golden Corral Bathroom
Sobbing child enters, followed by Mother.
Wait….I must edit that. Not sobbing.
Gut wrenching, melodramatic screaming child enters followed by Mother.
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