Dorks Night Out

Yesterday, Fidel decided that we were taking the girls roller skating. I made sure we were all wearing socks and tucked an insurance card in everyone's back pocket and off we went to Skate Country. We got our skates on and practiced a little on the carpet and finally worked up the nerve to hit the hardwoods. Fidel had Tootie and I had Moggie. We got approximately 1/3 the way around the big oval when the DJ cleared the floor, because some chick had fallen and was being treated with an ankle brace and whisked off in an office chair. It took forever to do that, or at least long enough for me to realize that it could easily be me on the floor, with my ankle at an odd angle and an executive highback chair waiting for me. I lost my nerve.

After skating, we went to Chick Fil A for dinner. Our CFA is the best there is. When you go in, the kids working the counter are smiling and say, "Welcome to Chick Fil A" and look like they mean it. I have no idea where they found such a big bunch of well-mannered teenagers. They must drug them. Their name tags probably give a little puff of some happy pill mist every 10 minutes or so.