My youngest and I ventured into "The Burger King" today. I call it that because it is where it happened... where Mom had her meltdown. There was a young man there that has waited on us a few times and he asked where Mom was. I said, "You didn't hear about her last visit?" He smiled a little, "No, I was here."
Oh... yea. He was there.
He was actually very kind and told me that they didn't think a lot about it. They knew it was uncomfortable for me but that they understood what was going on and would still welcome all of us back. I was, and am, so impressed with the kindness shown by this business.
But, I'm still not ready to take Mom back in to eat.