I'm so glad this happened.

Can we get a decent supper in the place!?

Today, my parents came to Boston and we went furniture shopping at Ikea, as it was Tax Free/Free Delivery weekend. We managed to scramble around and pick out every needed piece of furniture in two hours and I even tested out three thousand mattresses that were blackened with some combination (I’m sure) of mystery pathogens, sweat, dirt, and lice… all in the name of creating a new livable space.

Except when we finally went to the warehouse to pick everything up, we were informed that our chosen items were out of stock.

We then spent 40 minutes driving around suburbia Massachusetts looking for a place to eat dinner. Every single restaurant looked like the one the Goonies ate in before they got on the ship. Does anyone know what I’m talking about? (Please respond.)

I was in an extremely terrible mood, realizing the day had been wasted, when my dad called out that he’d spotted a restaurant and pulled into the parking lot of “Foxy Ladies.”

I immediately began to laugh quietly, wondering what the hell was going on, when I felt my father roll to a stop in front of the building (which looked nothing like a restaurant). Before I had a chance to say anything, the window went down and he yelled to a suspicious man outside, “EXCUSE ME SIR, CAN WE GET A DECENT SUPPER IN THIS PLACE?” 

The man took a good look at my father, mother, and me and slowly responded, “I honestly couldn’t tell you.”

I was laughing so hard I could not speak. Five minutes later, at the restaurant next door, we had the following conversation:

Dad: We almost ate at Foxy Ladies but we couldn’t figure that place out!
Waitress: You mean Foxy Ladies, the nude strip club?

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