We bus our own tables around here...just sayin'
So, I'm in the Cafe today and there are a couple of parents sitting in front of me. During the meal, three of their sons some up and chat: at least two look to be college age. Nothing notable so far, after all, tomorrow is opening day at Biola. Anyhow, at the end of their meal, dad picks up his plate and mom picks up some sort of package and off they go. Note: mom's plate (seen in the picture) is left on the table. Bad form, right? About a minute late, dad comes walking up--with a bit of a sheepish grin--and grabs mom's plate.
Glad to see the faux pax repaired.
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