Napkin?

How awesome are cater waiters? They are pretty. They don’t say much. And they facilitate a never-ending stream of food and alcohol. That is national treasure material as far as I’m concerned. Granted, this thought came to fruition as I sat in the backseat of my father’s car (he was driving, with my sister in the passenger seat). After the above statement was made, my sister agreed but also laughed AT me. Then there was silence and finally my beleaguered father just shook his head and said, “Ugh, where did I go wrong?”