TRUTH: When dining in family restaurants, and fellow diners are recipients of the enthusiastic birthday sing by the waitstaff, I clap like a certifiable mad woman and dance unashamedly in my seat. Tonight, no less than FIVE guests received supplemental accompaniment from our booth.
For the first two, He-Twin tried to suppress my effusive demonstration. By the third, he was joining in.
'Fess up: Singer or Squelcher ?
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Singers...all the way...every one of us! Especially at the Robin of Red...one of our favs for sure!!
O good heavens, no!
I don't usually sing, but I always clap. And in a Mexican restaurant, I might just "hoop" it up a bit, too. C'mon, Hubby...you know you want to! :)
I'd be more likely to sink into my seat. :-)
It depends on how uncomfortable the recipient is...the squirmier, the better!
Yeah, well... actually, I hide, too.
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