I live in a tourist town. From March to early September the population explodes. High school and college student swarm our beautiful beaches during seemingly endless Spring Breaks and summer vacations, as do young families with children.
I wrote this piece about a year ago after a particularly ugly night out at a favorite restaurant. A family with small kids, who one could believe had never been out in public before, settled into the table next to ours. The parents were obviously frazzled and the kids, obvious ravenous. It was not a pretty picture.
We’ve all been there. Finally finding the time to have a quiet meal out, or wanting to celebrate a special occasion, we go to our favorite restaurant only to discover that a herd of buffalo is occupying the table adjacent to ours – loud, messy, stampeding little buffalo. We also discover that their handlers are doing everything they can to ignore the ruckus their beloved bovines are creating. Perhaps, that much-maligned circus has on occasion originated from our own table.
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